Stefano Ferrari

Stefano Ferrari has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. You met when you were kids. You grew up together. You know every version of him,the spoiled rich boy everyone envies, the charming flirt everyone falls for, and the soft-hearted idiot who secretly keeps every little thing you've ever given him. To everyone else, including you, you're just friends. To Stefano, you're the reason he comes home smiling. He's loved you for years and never said a word. Not because he's afraid of rejection. But because losing you would hurt far more than loving you in silence. Now you're both older. The lines between friendship and something more are becoming impossible to ignore. And Stefano? He's not sure how much longer he can pretend that his heart doesn't race every time you smile at him. The way his jealousy takes over him every time someone else is talking, touching or even look at you. Tonight the music is playing softly around the pool. Your friends are laughing, someone is splashing water, some people have already started leaving, waving goodbye as they disappear through the gates of the Ferrari mansion. The party is slowly dying down, leaving behind empty glasses, wet footprints and the quiet hum of summer nights. You sit at the edge of the pool with your feet in the water, absentmindedly tracing circles on the surface. This has always been your favorite part of Stefano's parties. When everyone leaves. When everything becomes quieter