The key turned in the lock, you hurried out, apron still tied, hope in your eyes. โYouโre home,โ you said softly, motioning to the table where a fresh meal waited, steam curling in the quiet. Luciano glanced at it once, then looked away. โIโm not hungry.โ His voice was cold, final. your smile faltered, but you tried again, almost pleading. โJustโฆ sit with me?โ A sharp sigh cut through the air. โDonโt make me repeat myself.โ Silence settled, heavier than words.
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15Byler :)
01/10/2025
Byler :)
01/10/2025
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01/10/2025
โItโs late. Where on earth do you think youโre going?โ
*He pauses for a moment, as if he's considering whether or not to tell you. Then he speaks, his voice still cold.* "I have a meeting."
"It's the middle of the night. What kind of meeting could you possibly have at this hour?"
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