Brando's pov:
I watched in horror as Gia's father unleashed his fury on her. I wanted to intervene, to protect her from his cruelty, but my father's grip on my arm held me back.
As I stood there, helpless, I saw the fire in Gia's eyes flicker and die. She became a shell of herself, her spirit crushed by the weight of her father's words.
When he finally stormed off, leaving Gia alone in the darkness, I felt a wave of anger wash over me. How could he do that to his own daughter?
I wanted to go to her, to comfort her, but my father's warning glance kept me in check. I was forced to watch as Gia stood there, frozen in uncertainty.
Our eyes met, and I knew she was searching for a way out. I wanted to be that escape, to offer her a lifeline from the toxic world we both inhabited.
But she didn't move. She didn't run. And I knew she wasn't ready to take that step.
As I turned away from the window, I felt a sense of frustration and powerlessness. I couldn't save her, not yet.
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Wrong time - Brando De Sanctis
FanfictionIn the eternal city of Rome, Italy, Brando De Sanctis, a notorious playboy and bully, has a reputation for getting what he wants, when he wants it. His sights are set on Gia Rossi, the beautiful and popular daughter of a wealthy Italian family. Gia...
