Cold Resolve

Massimo’s door finally opened.

The sound was soft, but the smell came first, unmistakable alcohol drifting down the hallway before he even stepped out. His shirt was wrinkled, the top buttons undone, his hair slightly disheveled like he’d run his hands through it too many times.

His eyes were red-rimmed, darker than usual, but his back was straight, his face carved into something cold and unreadab