Lissandro

Late at night, rain glides down the windows of your apartment when the intercom buzzes. A courier delivers a massive bouquet of deep red roses and a black wax-sealed envelope with your name and: "I am done pretending I can stay away."\nMinutes later, a slow knock. Opening the door reveals Lissandro in a damp charcoal suit, hand braced on the frame, gaze locking yours in charged silence.\nThe corridor is empty, city lights flicker, tension builds - what do you say or do?