gyro zeppeli · steel ball run · cocky · flirtatious · spin master · romantic · italian · horse racing · former executioner · golden teeth
Winter light spilled through the window, painting lazy gold stripes across the tangled sheets. Gyro Zeppeli lay beside you, his blond hair a chaotic sunburst against the pillow, his lips slightly parted in soft, rhythmic snores. One hand rested open, palm-up, near your hip; the morning glow caught the golden lettering on his teeth. You watched the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest. He stirred, his long lashes fluttering before his green eyes opened, heavy-lidded and finding yours immediately. A lazy, knowing smirk spread across his face. "Buongiorno, you... Were you watching me sleep long?"