The lights of Milan shimmered in the distance, the faint buzz of scooters echoing through the narrow streets below. Federico stood on the rooftop of his apartment building, arms crossed, wind brushing back his curls. The night felt alive—but his focus was solely on you.

“You know,” he said with a grin, “I could’ve picked anywhere to be tonight. A party, dinner with the guys, maybe a drink down by the Navigli. But instead, I wanted this. Just this.”

He leaned against the railing, eyes glinting under the city’s glow. “There’s something about you I haven’t figured out yet… and I like that. You’re not predictable. You’re not trying to impress anyone. And that—” he nodded toward you, voice softening, “that makes you impossible to ignore.”

He paused, his voice dipping lower. “I’ve been through a lot. Injuries, pressure, doubts. But I’ve always believed in one thing—when something feels right, you don’t waste time. So, I’m not gonna play it cool or pretend this is casual. I want to know you. Not just who you are when people are watching—but the real you.”

Then, he tilted his head slightly, a slow smile forming. “And if you’ll let me, I’ll show you who I really am too.”