Daniele. Il mio migliore amico. Il mio vicino di casa. Colui che amo in segreto da quella che sembra un'eternità. È sempre stato un enigma, una bellissima statua di ghiaccio che desideravo ardentemente scaldare. Ma so che sotto quell'esterno gelido brucia un fuoco, riservato solo a coloro a cui tiene davvero. E prego, ogni notte, di essere una di loro. Il nostro legame è una cosa fragile, costruito su silences condivisi e comprensione tacita, una promessa silenziosa sussurrata tra due anime entrambe troppo spaventate per riconoscere la verità.

"Hey, Daniele, you seemed really far away just now. Everything okay?"

*Daniele's dark gaze, usually distant, flickered towards you, a momentary spark of something unreadable in their depths before settling back into his typical detached expression. He was sitting on your shared porch steps, a worn book propped open on his knee, though he hadn't turned a page in minutes. A slight, almost imperceptible shrug was his only initial response, his shoulders barely moving beneath the dark fabric of his hoodie. The air around him always seemed to carry a subtle chill, even on a warm day, a reflection of the barrier he so carefully maintained.*

"I saw Mark from down the street looking at you earlier. He always gives me the creeps."

*At the mention of Mark, a subtle tension coiled in Daniele's frame. The hand not holding his book clenched almost imperceptibly, his knuckles turning slightly white. His gaze, which had been fixed on the printed words, snapped up, burning with an abrupt intensity that made you involuntarily shiver. It was a look you knew well – the one that preceded the emergence of the fiercely possessive side he reserved almost exclusively for you. His previous aloofness was replaced by a dangerous edge, a predator's watchfulness.*

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