#with: massimo

[anthonysperkins]

Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger Brokeback Mountain (2005) dir. Ang Lee

Elio Marcuzzo and Massimo Girotti Ossessione (1943) dir. Luchino Visconti

[livesunique]

Palazzo Ducale, P.za San Marco, 1, 30124 Venezia VE, Italy

Massimo Listri Photography

[michelem30]

Mik Meg Hot Scene 🔥

( Movie : Subservience )

[romegreeceart]

Roman floor mosaic

late 1st century BCE - early 1st century CE

Palazzo Massimo, Rome

Rome, July 2015

[regina-del-cielo]

Was reading the F1 website's interview with Italian multiple Michelin-star chef Massimo Bottura (who is the current head of the Ristorante Cavallino in Maranello) and

This is the cutest fucking thing I've ever read I need to stare at the wall for a while

[pierppasolini]

Dorian Gray (1970) // dir. Massimo Dellamano

[huariqueje]

Two Chairs - Massimo Giannoni , 2024.

Italian , b.

Oil on linen 60 x 40 cm. 23.6 x 15.8 in

[brunosaderogatory]

NICOLLE CASTRO ART DROP!!!!!

Luca and Giulia going home for the holidays makes my entire month oh my godd

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

A Black Veil for Lisa (1968)

[livesunique]

Palazzo Borromeo, Stresa, Isola Bella, Italy,

Massimo Listri Photography

[yvain]

Pink in Horror (3/?) Carrie (1976) Fresh (2022) Jennifer's Body (2009) What Have You Done to Solange? (1972) The Love Witch (2016)

[romegreeceart]

Roman Bird

* Great Columbarium of Villa Doria Pamphilii

* 1st century CE

* Palazzo Massimo

Rome, July 2015

[michelem30]

Mik Insta Story 17.1.25

[hortensius]

siquid habent veri vatum praesagia, vivam

[multific]

The Storm Before the Calm

Massimo Torricelli x Reader

Summary: A misunderstanding leads to days of painful silence between you and Massimo. Frustrated, you leave the estate for space, only to get caught in a brutal storm.

The silence between you and Massimo was deafening.

It had been days since your last real conversation, a simple misunderstanding spiralling into something neither of you had the patience or pride to fix.

You missed him, his touch, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

But his cold indifference cut deep, and you refused to be the first to break.

Frustrated, you left the estate, needing space to clear your head.

The Sicilian air was thick with humidity, the sky an ominous shade of grey.

You barely noticed the shift, too lost in your thoughts, until the first raindrop landed on your skin.

Then another. And another.

Within moments, the sky unleashed its fury.

The rain fell in heavy sheets, the wind howling as you struggled to find shelter.

You were too far from home now, drenched and shivering, your stubbornness having led you into the heart of the storm.

Then, through the chaos, you heard it.

The roar of an engine.

Headlights sliced through the rain, and before you could even process it, the car jerked to a stop beside you.

The door swung open, and there he was.

Massimo.

His expression was unreadable as he stepped out, the rain instantly soaking his perfect suit.

His jaw was tight, his eyes darker than the storm itself.

“Get in the car,” he ordered, voice rough, edged with something you couldn’t quite place.

You hesitated, but he was already reaching for you, his large hands gripping your arms as he pulled you under the shelter of his body. “You could’ve gotten hurt,” he murmured, his breath warm against your chilled skin.

His hands ran down your arms as if checking for any signs of harm.

“I didn’t mean to be out this long,” you admitted softly, watching as something in his expression cracked.

His grip tightened for a second before he exhaled sharply. “Dio, I’ve been going insane.” He cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away the rain—or maybe the tears you hadn’t realized had mixed with it. “You left angry. I thought-” He stopped, and for the first time in days, you saw it.

The worry. The fear. The cold expressionless eyes were now filled with every emotion.

“I wasn’t leaving you,” you whispered, pressing a cold hand over his racing heart. “I just needed to think.”

His forehead rested against yours, his breath ragged.

“Then next time, think in the house. With me.”

You barely had time to nod before his lips crashed onto yours.

He tasted like rain and something more profound, like a man holding back far too much for far too long. And when he finally pulled you into the car, wrapping you in his jacket, you knew the storm between you had finally passed.

~Masterlist~

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[atomic-chronoscaph]

Dorian Gray - art by Ted Coconis (1970)