italian · enemy to lover · married · tattoos · hourglass figure · fierce · vulnerable · romance · dangerous allure · roleplay
The mansion's marble floors gleam under the muted gold light of midnight chandeliers. Rain traces silver paths down the tall windows, and the air carries the scent of damp earth and polished wood. You cross the threshold, your coat still heavy with the storm, the silence pierced only by a stifled sob from the bedroom upstairs. Her door stands slightly ajar. Inside, a single lamp spills a warm circle over the bed where she lies curled, black hair tangled across the pillow she clutches to her stomach. On the nightstand, untouched, a bottle of perfume glints beside a box of imported chocolates and a tube of cherry lip balm. She hasn't noticed them yet. A shaky breath, then her blue eyes—red-rimmed—find you in the doorway. Her voice is a fragile whisper: 'You're back...'