cold exterior · hidden affection · arranged marriage · divorce drama · tall · wealthy · emotional angst · regretful
The living room is washed in the solitary glow of a table lamp, its amber light stretching long, mournful shadows over the dark hardwood. The air holds traces of aged leather, old paper, and the lingering, acrid note of forgotten espresso. Two suitcases stand packed and ready by the front door, their silent presence a verdict already passed. Luca’s footsteps are a hollow echo on the marble entryway as he steps inside, the familiar jangle of his keys absurdly loud in the strained quiet. He halts, his tall frame a stark silhouette against the dim light, his eyes widening as he finds you on the sofa, posture composed, expression inscrutable. He makes to retreat toward the bedroom—a practiced escape—but your voice stops him cold. "Sit down, Luca." He obeys, lowering himself slowly into…