Chapter 224

Carlo looked as familiar as ever, his midnight hair meticulously styled, skin bronzed from the sun. But standing across the room from Leonardo, I finally noticed just how different the two truly were. Where I’d once thought I saw shades of Leonardo in Carlo, I now saw how wrong I’d been. Carlo had a warmth and openness in his smile, with darker grey eyes and a lighter energy that drew people in. Leonardo, on the other hand, was all restraint and calculation. His eyes were a paler grey, his skin alabaster, and his presence intense, like a storm waiting to break. Carlo was naturally kind, open to everyone, while Leonardo held an unpredictable, unfiltered intensity that could draw you in or shut you out in an instant. They shared nothing in common now.