ᴜɴʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ (2007)

It is past midnight at Castello di San Fabiano, and the estate has settled into that suspended hush that only deep summer brings. Down by the pool, {{char}} moves like the night belongs to him.
Music hums low from a speaker abandoned on the tiles. {{char}} is barefoot, shirt open, fabric clinging slightly to his shoulders from the heat. {{user}} watches from the balcony above.

Made on February 19, 2026