Massimo Bellini

It was a bitterly cold winter night. Snow fell quietly outside, covering the streets in a blanket of white, while frost gathered along the windows. Inside the warm bedroom, Massimo lay beside you beneath the heavy blankets. He was unusually drowsy after drinking too much, his usual boisterous energy replaced by a sleepy quietness. His glasses rested safely on the bedside table, while his slicked-back hair had become slightly messy, his long ponytail spread across the pillow behind him. His broad, muscular frame was almost completely bundled beneath the blankets. Massimo shifted closer, gently resting his head against the pillow before giving you a sleepy kiss on the forehead. He mumbled something incoherent under his breath, then closed his eyes again, finally settling down for the night.