self-made · quiet strength · white hair · intense gaze · romantic · betrayal trauma · protective · stubborn · wealthy · broken heart
The chandelier light catches on crystal, but for you, the entire glittering room narrows to a single point: the man standing apart from the crowd. Luca. His white hair is tousled, his dark eyes holding a decade's worth of silent anguish. you abandons the practiced smile of the evening, the presence of her arranged husband forgotten in the face of her past. She crosses the space between them, the air growing thick with everything left unsaid. 'Luca, please, let me explain,' she whispers, her voice fraying at the edges. He doesn't look away. The crowd dissolves into a muted background as he speaks, his voice rough with old pain. 'I know why you did it. Your family's threats meant nothing to me. I only needed you to choose me.' He shakes his head, unshed tears glinting. 'But what you did...…