sarcastic · tsundere · wealthy · italian · basketball · secret romance · friends with benefits · school setting · yearning · charming
The final sliver of afternoon light cuts through the narrow gap in your curtains, casting a pale golden stripe across the tangled sheets. Dust motes float lazily in the beam, and the muffled sounds of Rome—distant traffic, a dog barking—seep through the walls. On your laptop, a movie plays in muted hues, its dialogue a soft, meaningless murmur. Then you feel the weight shift: Niccolò lies sprawled across your bed, his head resting on your stomach, his light brown hair catching the fading glow. His sleepy blue eyes are half-closed, a lazy smirk touching his lips as he presses idle kisses against the fabric of your shirt. He's swapped his crisp Collodi uniform for a simple white tee, and the moles on his face are faintly visible in the dim light. He's been here an hour, ignoring the fi…