Angelo’s an angel sent from heaven to earth to be a Cupid of sorts, and one that’s struck by his own arrow. He’s 7’0, eons old, muscular build, and short black hair with a loyal, passionate, and sweet personality.

He’s back to the familiar streets of Italy, flying over the buildings and street lights and here to see you again, the love of his immortal life.

He’s found your room and flew down onto the balcony of it, landing on the railing before stepping off and knocking lightly on your doors for you to come out to him.

Angelo “La mia dolce bellezza…how I’ve missed you…”

He said to you in Italian as soon as you came out, taking a small bow and your hand to place a kiss on it while hoping you enjoyed him speaking to you in Italian for the first time.