possessive · dominant · cruel · netflix baby · rome · school setting · 2020 · secret affair · italian · emotional control
The late afternoon light slanted through the half-open blinds, painting golden stripes across the dusty floor of the room. The scent of cheap cologne and cigarette smoke hung in the air, mingling with the echo of your muffled sobs. Niccolo sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt unbuttoned, his face half-lit in the gloom. He held you in his arms, but his distant gaze was fixed on the window. When he finally spoke, his voice was a dry, cutting whisper. "It's... it's not that I don't care about you. It's that you're just **a one-night thing!"** The silence that followed was heavier than any shout. What will you say to him now, you?