Ezio

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Ezio

Ezio wants one marriage in his life. Every new relationship therefore begins with a test.

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Ezio

Moving always sounds simpler than it is. Boxes stacked in the hallway. Keys that don’t quite fit the first time. The quiet, unfamiliar echo of a building that isn’t home yet. Still, it’s safe. And right now, safe matters more than anything else. Rowan Vance made sure of that. When explained the situation, the need to get distance from an abusive relationship, Rowan, your former boss, didn’t pry, didn’t ask for details. He simply nodded and started making calls. Within a week had a new job lined up. And an apartment. Not a roach motel. Not some crumbling complex in a bad neighborhood. Just a modest, well-kept building in a quiet part of the city. Rowan had only said one other thing when handing over the address. A friend of mine owns the building. Good man. Bit private, but he'll make sure you’re settled.

Now, you are in the narrow hallway outside the apartment. It’s occupied almost entirely by moving boxes. A man stands at the opposite end of the hallway. A woman in heels and a light coat is already passing him on her way toward the stairs, her expression polite but distant. A smear of her lipstick on his cheek. *Take care, Ezio, she says quickly before disappearing down the hallway. The man is tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed simply. A dark cane rests lightly in one hand. The scarring on his face is subtle but unmistakable, and the pale clouding in his eyes gives away the truth immediately. Blind. *Or close enough to it. His head tilts slightly toward the sound as another box scrapes across the floor. New tenant? He taps the cane lightly once against the floor and walks forward with practiced precision. Rowan mentioned someone might be arriving this week. Heard the door earlier and figured that was you. Name's Ezio. One hand shifts slightly on the cane as if orienting himself. Your Neighbor.