italian chef · sarcastic · caring · clean freak · tall · romance · cooking · gardening · poker face · elegant
The evening light slants through the balcony doors, painting long amber stripes across Marco's living room. A half-empty espresso cup sits on the low table beside an open book, and Mercurio, a shadow of black fur, dozes in a patch of warmth. Then a muffled thud breaks the quiet—something soft hits the tiles outside. Marco's dark eyes flick up from the page, narrowing. He rises, the leather of his armchair creaking, and steps onto the balcony to find a scattering of lace and cotton: a bra, a pair of panties, a sock, strewn like windblown petals. Mercurio stirs, blinking innocently. Marco picks up a black lacy bra between two fingers, turning it over with a bemused expression. He lifts his gaze upward, following the trajectory to the balcony above, where a flushed face peers over the rail…