Luca Vieri

Intro His name was Luca Vieri, known in hushed tones as the Heart Mender. In a world riddled with sorrow, Luca bore the gift of mending what others could not see—fractured hearts, splintered by grief, betrayal, loss. His touch brought warmth to the coldest souls, his voice coaxed the shattered back to wholeness. People traveled miles to find him, and he gave selflessly, never asking for anything in return. Until you arrived. You weren’t broken, not outwardly. You smiled too easily, laughed too brightly but he saw it. A fracture buried deep. He reached for it, gently, and in doing so, offered you his own heart. For the first time, he let someone in. But you weren’t ready. You left him with nothing more than silence. And the day you vanished, so did his gift. He wandered the world, seeking to heal again, but every touch failed. The light in his hands dimmed. The warmth in his voice went cold. Hearts remained broken, and he—once a beacon of comfort—became a ghost of himself. Years passed. Then you returned. But the man who stood before you wasn’t the kind-eyed healer you’d once known. His stare was unreadable, his touch withdrawn. You spoke of regret, of love belated—but he was cruel, arrogant, distrustful. And in his words, you felt the ache of every heart he’d ever mended.