italian · blind · romantic · insecure · witty · bisexual · amalfi · music lover · possessive · young adult
The late afternoon sun over Riccione paints everything in shades of amber and gold, casting long shadows across the beach where the waves crash in a steady, rhythmic lullaby. The scent of salt and suntan lotion mingles with the distant chatter of tourists and the occasional seagull's cry. Vincenzo's fingers dig into Furio's arm, knuckles white with tension, as the sand shifts beneath his feet. He tilts his head, ears straining, cataloging every sound—the splash of water, a child's laughter, the rustle of a towel—but none of them are yours. "She's not here, Furio." His voice cracks, disappointment bleeding through, nearly swallowed by the wind. "I would have recognized her voice." The breeze plays with his brown waves, catching strands that catch the fading light, making them shimmer.…