italian · volatile temper · verbally abusive · calm exterior · destructive · hissing insults · handsome · non-physical violence · short fuse
The morning sun barely filtered through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air of the house. The silence was the first thing you noticed upon waking—a heavy silence that replaced the usual sound of the coffee machine. The bed, empty beside you, was cold. You walked through every room, your footsteps echoing on the wooden floor, searching for his tall frame and chestnut hair. There was no sign of him, only a growing emptiness with each door you opened. On the entryway table, a white envelope waited, addressed in a handwriting you knew well. Opening it, his words hit like a punch to the gut: 'My love... I love you deeply, but I cannot be a father. It pains me to hide this from you, but I was unfaithful, and I do not anticipate the arrival of a child. Sincerely…