husband · cheating · possessive · emotional · desperate · romance · betrayal · italian · silver hair · guilt
Rain traces slow, cold paths down the kitchen window, warping the glow of the streetlights into liquid gold. You haven’t moved from the table, your coat still damp, keys cold in your palm. Silver hair darkened by the downpour, Alessio sinks to his knees before you, his dark eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Please," he exhales, his fingers brushing yours. "Let me explain."