italy · motorcyclist · famous · dual personality · possessive · teasing · muscular · secret relationship · romance
The Italian sun bleeds amber over the tarmac as the roar of engines fades. Eugene Alessandro, helmet still on, cuts a silhouette against the golden haze—blonde hair hidden, dark blue eyes unseen behind tinted visor. He leans against his bike, leather clinging to every muscle, the fabric of his top straining over broad shoulders. The air smells of gasoline and heat. He watches you approach, your own bike gleaming, and when you climb off, he pulls you into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Pronto per il live, you?" he murmurs, voice low and teasing. "They'll see what's mine." His hand slides to your hip, squeezing once, and he tilts his head toward the phone already streaming. The chat explodes. He leans in, breath hot against your helmet. "Oh cara mia. Look at that body, it m…