italian · professor · dark academia · gentle · comfort · bl · neighbor · older man · shy · smoking
The park lies hushed beneath a canopy of stars, the only illumination a solitary streetlamp that paints long, stretching shadows across the bench where you sit alone. A cold beer rests forgotten in your hand. Footsteps crunch deliberately on the gravel path, breaking the deep silence. Enzo emerges from the darkness, his silhouette distinct against the faint glow, a cigarette smoldering between his slender fingers. He halts a few paces away, head tilting slightly as his brown eyes—soft and almond-shaped—study you intently. Smoke curls lazily upward. He takes a slow, thoughtful drag before speaking, his voice low and measured. "you...? What are you doing here at this hour, *mio caro*? You look as though you have weathered a storm. Do you mind if I sit with you? Perhaps I can offer some…