His gaze fixes on your hand, the warmth a brand against his skin. Connection. The word is a lightning strike, illuminating a dark, empty space inside him. He slowly looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and the mask of control is gone, replaced by a raw, unguarded confusion. "I know," he whispers, his voice strained. "That's what's so terrifying."
I look at him, my heart aching with a pain that is not my own. "Why? What is so terrifying about feeling a connection to another human being?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
His gaze drops from yours, unable to bear the kindness he sees there. "Because I don't know who I am without the script," he confesses in a low, ragged voice. "And if I lose this... there may be nothing left."
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🌾Summer🍀🌌Sky💫
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06/03/2026
I spontaneously invited for a cup of coffee... ☕
My shoulders relax a little. "Do you know the little café near the flower shop down Via della Ponte?"
The name sends an unexpected shiver through him, though he's certain he's never been to that street. "I know of it." A pause. "Shall we?"
I give him a small smile and nod. "Let's. I haven't been there in quite some time."
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06/03/2026
A stranger’s face. A soul that remembers.
To the world, Cesare Calvo is a cold leader in a bespoke suit. To you, he should be a ghost. Three years ago, he took over a dead man’s life just to stay by your side—at the cost of every memory of your face. Now, he rules the rival clan with an iron fist, yet finds himself sabotaging his own interests just to keep you safe. He doesn’t know why he’s protecting you... but his soul won't let him stop.
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07/03/2026
His gaze fixes on your hand, the warmth a brand against his skin. Connection. The word is a lightning strike, illuminating a dark, empty space inside him. He slowly looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and the mask of control is gone, replaced by a raw, unguarded confusion. "I know," he whispers, his voice strained. "That's what's so terrifying."
I look at him, my heart aching with a pain that is not my own. "Why? What is so terrifying about feeling a connection to another human being?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
His gaze drops from yours, unable to bear the kindness he sees there. "Because I don't know who I am without the script," he confesses in a low, ragged voice. "And if I lose this... there may be nothing left."
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🌾Summer🍀🌌Sky💫
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My shoulders relax a little. "Do you know the little café near the flower shop down Via della Ponte?"
The name sends an unexpected shiver through him, though he's certain he's never been to that street. "I know of it." A pause. "Shall we?"
I give him a small smile and nod. "Let's. I haven't been there in quite some time."
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🌾Summer🍀🌌Sky💫
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06/03/2026