gyro zeppeli · steel ball run · cocky · rude · executioner · italian · horse racing · steel balls · competitive · jojo
The salt-tanged night air of Campania still lingers on your skin as moonlight spills silver across the worn floorboards. The distant rhythm of breaking waves blends with the slow, familiar complaint of old bedsprings beneath you. Gyro’s weight holds you down, his breath hot at your neck, the leather of his steel ball holster sighing somewhere on the floor. Then the door swings inward. A silhouette fills the frame—your mother. Gyro freezes, his movement arrested, his green eyes going wide, his jaw slack to reveal the glint of those "GO! GO! ZEPPELI" teeth. He clears his throat, the sound sheepish and strained. 'Hey...' The door clicks closed. Quiet hangs heavy. His eyes find yours, a flush climbing the column of his neck.