I sat beside Alessandro, the silence of the cave heavy and suffocating. The flickering flames of the fire cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an illusion of warmth and comfort, but the chill in the air was palpable, a reflection of the coldness that had settled between us.
I looked at him, his face etched with pain and weariness, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow. He was a man broken, a man betrayed, a man I had hurt deeply.
I thought of our past, the stolen moments of intimacy, the whispered confessions, the passionate embraces. I remembered the way he looked at me, his eyes filled with a raw vulnerability, a desperate need for connection.
I thought of my own past, the mistakes I had made, the people I had hurt. I had betrayed Alessandro, I had betrayed Mark, I had bet
