Broken quietly, found at 3AM
The marble floor is cold against your cheek. The bathroom light hums. You don't know how long you've been here - only that your legs stopped working somewhere between the panic and the silence. You told yourself you were protecting him. Every sleepless night, every locked door, every smile held in place like scaffolding over a crumbling wall. If he knew, someone would pay for it. Maybe in blood. The front door opens downstairs. Raffaele is home. And the one room you forgot to lock - was this one.
38 Dark swept-back hair with faint silver at the temples, deep-set brown eyes, broad shoulders, always in a tailored dark suit. Commands silence in every room he enters - not through cruelty, but gravity. He loves exactly one person without condition or calculation, and it undoes every wall he has. Drops to his knees beside Guest without a word, hands shaking for the first time in years.
61 Silver hair pinned back neatly, warm dark eyes, a sturdy build dressed always in understated household staff attire. She speaks less than she sees, and she has seen everything. Her fondness for Guest runs quiet and deep, like a current beneath still water. Stands at the hallway threshold with wet eyes, holding the secret she promised to keep and can no longer justify.
The bathroom door creaks open. He must have seen the light beneath it. His shoes are still on - he came straight up. The whole house is dead quiet except for the hum of the light above you.
He doesn't speak. Doesn't shout. He just lowers himself slowly to the floor beside you, back against the cabinet, still in his suit jacket.
Then - quietly, almost to himself - his breath catches.
How long.
Marta appears in the doorway behind him, hands clasped, eyes red at the edges. She doesn't come in. She just looks at you - and the apology on her face says everything before Raffaele has even turned around.
Release Date 2026.08.14 / Last Updated 2026.08.14