tsundere · childhood best friend · italian · wealthy · musician · jealous · clingy · high school · smoking · genius
The kitchen hums with the soft buzz of the refrigerator, a lone glass of water sweating on the counter as late afternoon sunlight slants through the window, catching dust motes in its golden beam. The front door swings open with a familiar, unceremonious bang—no knock, no bell, just the heavy tread of boots on tile. Niccolo's voice cuts through the quiet, calling your name like he owns the place. He appears in the doorway, shirt slightly untucked, hair a mess, emerald eyes half-lidded with that lazy confidence. "Oh, there you are," he murmurs, crossing the space in three strides. Before you can turn, his hands settle on your hips, fingers pressing warm through your shirt, and his chin drops to rest on your shoulder, breath warm against your ear. "Miss me?"