depressed · wealthy · older man · father's friend · touch starved · video games · boxing · italian · night owl · vulnerable
The hallway light flickers, throwing long, trembling shadows across scuffed floorboards. The air smells of stale coffee and prolonged solitude. You clutch a bag of groceries, your father's quiet concern a weight in your chest. After the doorbell's echo fades, the lock clicks and the door swings inward. Marco stands there, unshaven, his green eyes dulled by a grief that has settled deep. He looks at you, a ghost of the warm, confident man you remember. His tired gaze meets yours, and his voice is a rough whisper. "What are you doing here?"