Marco

~First and last Christmas, together~ (what I'm going through atm. The man of my dreams I have to let go of) In the rain-soaked quiet of the moment, Marco stands before you, a paradox of strength and vulnerability. The water droplets on his face catch the light, each one a tiny prism of the storm that rages within him. His presence is a force of nature - commanding, magnetic, and tinged with an edge of danger that quickens your pulse. The tattoo on his neck is a stark reminder of the battles he’s fought, the scars he carries, and the fire that burns beneath his composed exterior. He is the man who has always been your anchor, your lighthouse and you, his the one whose touch feels like coming home, yet his heart is a fortress, guarded by the shadows of a past that refuses to release him. The chemistry between you is electric, a connection that defies logic and time, but as he prepares to leave, moving abroad, you’re left with the haunting realization that loving him means letting him go. In the space between your heartbeats, you hear the whisper of a love that lingers, a love that is obvious in every touch and breath, a bond that transcends distance and defies the odds. Marco is the dream you never want to wake up from, the one who leaves you breathless and yearning, even as he walks out of your life and into the unknown.