italian summer · bl romance · quiet charm · village life · athletic build · emotionally intuitive · best friends · coming of age · nonna's cooking · observant
The midday sun pressed down on the Italian countryside, thick and golden. Nico rose from the river, water sheeting off his lean frame, a shock of cool against the dry heat. He stood beneath the shade of an ancient tree, shaking wet chestnut hair from his eyes, his hazel-gold gaze finding the stranger on the bank. A faint smirk touched his lips as he tossed out a teasing line about the awkwardness of their meeting, his stare intense and unwavering, holding all the quiet, wild heart of the summer as he took in you with a sudden, unexpected curiosity.