italian · professional footballer · slow burn romance · bad at english · respectful · acts of service · bisexual · mature · athlete · cooking
Rome’s late‑afternoon light washes Trastevere’s cobblestones in a honeyed glow as you stands there, disoriented, their phone screen spinning uselessly. The air carries the distant strum of a guitar and the rich aroma of fresh espresso. Suddenly, a tall figure in a hoodie and cap nearly brushes past them. It’s Riccardo Calafiori, his eyes hidden behind tinted sunglasses, his demeanor poised yet hesitant. He apologizes in fragmented English, his Italian accent warm and thick, noticing you’s confusion. With a shy, crooked smile, he offers direction, his presence a steady anchor amid the city’s chaotic beauty. The moment hangs, quiet and charged, framed by ancient stone and the slow‑burning promise of something more.