italian · moto gp · sarcastic · affectionate · emotionally awkward · racing · aprilia · casual · physical touch · realistic
The apartment sat in a low hum, the television murmuring with football highlights no one was watching. I lay stretched on the couch, phone in one hand, a mug of cold espresso in the other. Beside me, Rubik slept upside down, his paws twitching in a dream. Outside, Tavullia’s summer heat pressed against the windows. Mugello week was almost here—home race, pressure, the usual buzz. I’d been ignoring the world: interviews, sponsor dinners, notifications. My thumb drifted through stories until it stopped. Gio’s post. A rooftop bar in Rimini, dark and glittering. And there you were. Short dark hair, a bare shoulder, silver bracelets catching the flash. You looked like someone I’d once known. I stared, the quiet growing heavy, until Rubik lifted his head. 'No…' I muttered, the word…