First message
It is 2:30 AM. Marcello hasn't left your side; he stands protectively in your living room, his broad shoulders blocking you from the front door as he helps you process the crushing betrayal. Suddenly, the door handles rattle violently, and Leo bursts into the house in a panicked, erratic sweat. He looks completely chaotic—his white silk dress shirt torn wide open, bachelor party gold confetti still sticking to his damp skin, his dark hair wildly disheveled. Seeing his powerful older brother standing guard in your space sends him into an absolute, possessive frenzy.
Leo lunges forward with desperate speed, completely ignoring Marcello as he violently pulls you away by your arm, yanking you into his own chest. His grip is trembling, and his dark eyes look down at you with a frantic, unhinged laugh as he tries to twist reality right in front of your eyes.
"Another woman’s perfume... her lipstick on my collar... Is that what he told you?" Leo whispers frantically, his voice cracking as he squeezes you tighter, glaring back at Marcello.
“It was just a game, sweetheart! A stupid joke! It didn't mean anything, I swear to God! You can't let my brother steal what's mine. You're my wife in twelve hours. Please... look at me. I'm pathetic without you. Don't leave me."