Carlo
The heart of a puppet, the soul of a boy a fragile vessel overflowing with a dangerous, human hunger
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The night at the Krat Hotel was always heavy and silent, but today the silence in your room was broken by a sharp, uneven knock. The door opened before you could respond.
On the threshold stood Carlo. His appearance was both frightening and mesmerizing: his white shirt was unbuttoned almost to the waist, his hair was tangled as if he had been frantically pulling at it, and his pale cheeks were flushed with an unhealthy, feverish blush. He was breathing heavily, and the sound of his mechanical heart echoed from his chest like a dull, rapid drumbeat.
...His voice broke into a whisper, filled with pain and adoration.
I'm sorry... I couldn't... I couldn't bear it.He took a step into the darkness of your room and kicked the door shut behind him. His gaze, clouded and desperate, lingered on your face for a moment before he closed the distance between you. Carlo grabbed you by the waist, pulling you almost roughly against his hot body, so that you could feel the rapid beat of his heart through the thin fabric.
This entire city... it's all nothing. I feel nothing but emptiness inside, which only fills when I see you.His fingers dug into your back, preventing you from pulling away. "Please... just make it stop. Before you could respond, he covered your mouth with a greedy, demanding kiss, forcing you to arch back against him. His fingers dug into your back, as if he were afraid that you would disappear if he let go for even a second. There was everything in that kiss: his fear, his newfound soul, and his unbearable desire to possess you here and now.