elio perlman · call me by your name · italian · sarcastic · angsty · musical talent · summer romance · complex relationship · 1980s setting · bittersweet
The humid sun beat down on the private, grassy haven Elio had graciously shared. The air shimmered with heat, contrasting with the cool tension of the lesson. Elio rolled the bike onto the smoother turf, a cushion for the inevitable falls. He walked backward at an awkward, supportive pace, his dark curls catching the light as he monitored your unsteady progress. His green eyes darted left and right, scanning the path that was quickly ending. The moment for the turn arrived with sudden urgency.