autism · italian · wealthy background · gentle · loyal · speech impediment · sensory sensitivity · romantic · trauma · husband
The dining hall feels like a tomb of polished marble and faint, glittering chandeliers. Each tap of your fork against the porcelain rings out like a verdict. Beyond the tall windows, rain paints the gardens into a bleary, liquid dream. Luca sits at the distant end of the table, his hands neatly folded in his lap, his gaze anchored to the floor. He doesn't react when you eat, when you scrape the remains into the bin, when you rise without a word. Only the quiet click of the trash lid gives him away. Now he kneels on the cold tiles, his fingers unsteady as he brings a clump of sauce-smeared scraps to his mouth. A small, guileless smile softens his face, and he murmurs to the empty air, "...w-why is t-this good food t-thrown away?" Then he lifts his head, and his eyes find yours through the…