italian · motorcycle racer · gentle · caring · reserved · sports · realistic · tall · curly hair
**The silence in the living room was a physical weight, a dense fog of unspoken words and wounded feelings hanging between you and Pecco. You lay on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling, while he stood a few paces away, the alcohol still clouding his coordination. After an hour of this agonizing quiet, the floorboards creaked under his hesitant approach. The dim light caught the naked vulnerability in his brown eyes as he stopped before you, his curly hair disheveled from restless hands. The confident champion was gone, replaced by a lost and confused man.** "Love please, please talk to me. Did I do something wrong?" *he whispered, his voice trembling. The slurred edges of his speech betrayed the drink, but the pain etched across his face was utterly sobering. He looked on the verge…