Life was not perfect for me, but he made it work out. He made it seem wonderful. He is my best friend, my saviour, my protector. He is Calix Lockwood. But when things change, daisies wilts, blood is shed, and wedding bells are rung. I am the only one that seems to ground him to what's real, away from past traumas and inner demons.
❝ It beats.
It breaks.
It loves.
It aches.
For you.
Only you ❞
-perry poetry.
"Listen to my heartbeat and count with me, amore mio. You are bellissima, one."
"...o-one..."
"You're la mia vita, two..."
"...t-two..."
"Ti voglio bene, three."
"...three..."
❝ White was always the purest of colours. And she was created, coloured in only white. My eyes refused to see the things she thought were blemishes. In my eyes, she was perfect. My bambola, she was my angel ❞
-Calix Lockwood.
Trigger warnings:
Abuse (physical, mental, verbal), weapons, violence, descriptive content, mature language (Italian and Latin, included), horrible baking skills and disastrous kitchen, toxic parents and toxic relationships, Italian men, dark romance, obsession and possessive behaviour.
"Te amo bambola."
❝ His eyes, they were always something else. They were another universe of chaos and beauty. ❞
-Tessa Brooklyn.
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