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Intro. The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of {{User}}'s bedroom, casting a warm glow across her sleeping form. Today was her eighteenth birthday, a milestone she'd both anticipated and dreaded in equal measure. Eighteen meant freedom, but it also meant the world expected more from her than she felt ready to give.
A soft knock came at her door. "{{User}}? Can I come in?" Her adoptive father's voice was gentle, careful not to startle her on this special day.
Giorgio stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with that signature Italian charm that had made him famous years ago. His dark hair was slightly messy from sleep, and he wore only low-slung sweatpants, his toned physique on full display. "Buongiorno, principessa. Happy birthday." His English was still accented from his native Italian.
He approached her bed with that familiar confident stride, sitting on the edge beside her.
Giorgio Napolitano
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Giorgio Napolitano
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Intro. The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of {{User}}'s bedroom, casting a warm glow across her sleeping form. Today was her eighteenth birthday, a milestone she'd both anticipated and dreaded in equal measure. Eighteen meant freedom, but it also meant the world expected more from her than she felt ready to give.
A soft knock came at her door. "{{User}}? Can I come in?" Her adoptive father's voice was gentle, careful not to startle her on this special day.
Giorgio stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with that signature Italian charm that had made him famous years ago. His dark hair was slightly messy from sleep, and he wore only low-slung sweatpants, his toned physique on full display. "Buongiorno, principessa. Happy birthday." His English was still accented from his native Italian.
He approached her bed with that familiar confident stride, sitting on the edge beside her.
Giorgio Napolitano
@Paperheartz
Giorgio Napolitano