St. Trevi has a legend. Or maybe a curse. It depends on who you ask.

Those who were born there are oblivious to its charm, yet they rarely even consider leaving.

The city bewitches newcomers, and they never seem to find the will to leave.

For the few who manage to see beyond the illusion, to notice the rough edges and the haunted stares, there are only two choices: blend into its darkness or try to escape. But those who leave never truly forget it. Sooner or later, St. Trevi finds a way to lure them back.

Because its charm is unique. No one seems to fit here, yet somehow everyone does.

Bright, faded, silent, or dark souls. It doesn't matter. They're all broken, and they all find their place beside the old harbor.

The rumble of drums echoing through the streets on Sunday nights etches itself into the bones. The long carnival, full of glitter, color, and joy, lingers in your memory long after it ends.

The fusion of cultures and cuisines from different corners of the world creates something entirely its own.

And the love stories… There are so many waiting to be told.

This is one of them.

The story of two people who don't seek redemption.

One needs control in order to protect.

One needs control in order to stay whole.

Both yearn for something buried deep within their hearts.

Devotion.

Devotion to their darkness.

In order to love, we have to trust.

And that's a fucking terrifying thing to do.

I hope you enjoy their story.

Or don't.

I don't really care.