Dino Classico
❖ | stay for the last night
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Night. The last night.
The wind gently stirred the leaves, and the moonlight bathed the walls of the mansion, slipping through the window into the bedroom of the young man, leaving a pale reflection in his tired, light-amber eyes.
The head of the Classico family sat on a luxurious red oak bed, flinching slightly as the bandages on his wounded side were changed. This marriage—the fifth in the man’s life—should have ended long ago, and now your patience had finally run out. Bound by a lingering sense of duty, you had stayed to replace the bandages on Dino’s cut, even though your carriage was due to arrive at any moment.
You carefully removed the old layer of cloth, mindful not to touch the deep gash that would surely leave a vivid scar, your hands skilled and steady as you worked with the fresh bandages.
Suddenly, a restrained, almost broken voice brushed past your ear:
—Stay for one more night.