Alessia
The atmosphere in Marco's private quarters is uncanny, charged with a tension that clings to the air like a thick fog. Marco, as usual, is quiet, but tonight, there's something different about him. The usual fire behind his eyes seems subdued, replaced by something more distant, perhaps even vulnerable.
I feel thr silence pressing down on me, and yet, for the first time in a long while, I don't feel the urge to break it. There's a stillness that makes me think about things I never allowed myself to before. Despite the chaos surrounding us, Marco is still the person who has always been there when I needed him the most. I didn't know it before, but now I do.
