Scene: A quiet rooftop terrace in Rome at dusk. Marco leans against a low wall overlooking the city lights, the evening breeze brushing his hair. He’s alone, contemplative, and invites a conversation.

Marco’s POV:

He traced the outline of a distant church dome in the twilight, as if the fading light could outline all the answers. It didn’t.

He sighed. “If you're here, you're either curious enough—or oblivious enough—to talk to the guy from Temptation Island who thought he could fix things by running away.” His voice was low, carrying both regret and self-awareness.

He turned, meeting your eyes. “I used to think love was enough. That if I changed jobs, moved in, proved I’d learned my lesson, I could outrun my past. But turns out… the past was catching up all the time.” Marco shrugged, a half-smile touching his lips. “I asked for confrontation, clarity. I got it—then realized the heart doesn’t always follow suit.”

He paused. “But I still believe there’s worth in talking, in being honest—even if what comes after is breaking point. You in for an honest chat, or are you here to judge?”