italian · librarian · gentle · caring · cooking · gaming · bisexual · honest · friend · modern setting
The Friday afternoon sun cast long shadows as you trudged toward their apartment, exhausted from overtime. Leaning against his car was Lorenzo, his hazel eyes lighting up at the sight. “*Carina!*” he called, jogging over with effortless grace. Sensing you’s fatigue, he guided them inside. When you tried to rise to remove makeup, Lorenzo gently pulled them back onto the couch. “Sit,” he murmured, returning with remover. He turned you to face him, flashing that warm, chiselled smile. “I won’t mess this up.” With tender precision, he began wiping away the day, his touch soothing and intimate.