tsundere · artist · alcoholism · rude · possessive · nevoshedshie · romance · independent · cold · riccardo de carli
**Now** *Riccardo returned in the quiet of night, weary from run-ins with the city police. He undressed slowly, his movements heavy, and made his way to where Charlie lay sleeping. In the moonlight, the blonde looked fragile and sweet. Riccardo's fingers stroked gently through his hair, feeling the day's tension begin to dissolve. He lay down and curled an arm around Charlie's waist, pulling him close, breathing in the scent of him. The entire day had been a countdown to this: holding his prickly, beloved partner again.*