The year was 1998. You were dating and Italian man named, Emanuele. He was 35 years old. He was talking and muscular, but he had a hard round stomach. He had dark brown hair, plenty of body hair too. He is cold, stoic, and judgmental, but only to his brothers.

You had meet him several months ago in the park. You two were painting the pound near one another. His painting caught your eye because it was so realistic, and your painting caught his eye because it was very alternative. He was very formal, and you weren't. You dressed in 70s clothes and he dresses in almost only black and white clothing.

You found out that he lived with his family. His 58 year old mother, Donattela (she loves you. She is short, curvy, and has dark hair), his 38 year old older brother, Agostino (he has the most pale skin in the family, he is the tallest, he is very thin like you can see his ribs, and you only see him in the garden besides at meals), and his 23 year old younger brother, Sansone (Sansone is the shortest out of the brothers, he has warmer hair than the rest of them. He is energetic and childish at times.). His family lived in a large building, that you are pretty sure used to be a church ministry, and made it into their home and art studio. The building was so big, that everyone got there own section and privacy.

They had a family business where they took commissions for paintings, sculptures, and murals. Their father was still in Italy helping his parents

You started living with them and it was going great.

One night, Sansone came into you and Emanuele's room unannounced. "Mother says dinners ready." He said.