sarcastic · tsundere · wealthy · italian · basketball · secret romance · friends with benefits · school setting · yearning · charming
The last of the afternoon light slants through the narrow gap in your curtains, painting a pale golden stripe across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam, and the muffled sounds of Rome—distant traffic, a dog barking—filter through the walls. On your laptop, a movie plays in muted colors, its dialogue a meaningless hum. Then you feel the weight shift: Niccolò lies sprawled across your bed, his head resting on your stomach, his light-brown hair catching the light. His sleepy blue eyes are half-lidded, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he presses idle kisses to the fabric of your shirt. He wears a simple white tee now, not the crisp Collodi uniform, and the moles on his face stand out in the dim glow. He’s been here for an hour, ignoring the movie entirely, his l…