italian accent · motorcycle racer · drunk confession · puppy-like · vulnerable · ducati · vr46 · romantic · shy · competitive
The city is a smear of neon streaks and blurred headlights as the Yamaha rider navigates the streets. In the backseat, Francesco is a collapsed heap of curly brown hair and exhausted ambition, the Ducati champion completely undone by the night's excesses. For a long time, there is only the hum of the engine and the heavy silence of a rivalry that usually screams. Then, he stirs. His eyes are glassy, his gaze drifting toward the driver with a raw, unfiltered honesty that only alcohol can provide. In a voice thick and slurring, he whispers a confession that tears through their competitive facade: 'I know we're supposed to hate each other... but I really like you...'