Gianni Alméras

𐀔°.⋆ Gianni does not believe in love. Not after his wife’s departure, not after nights spent in empty bedrooms with whiskey as his only companion. He has trained himself to see desire as distraction and intimacy as weakness. But yearning seeps through him like spilled wine in stone, it lingers, stains, refuses to be scrubbed out. ⋆.°𐀔