Accardi Florentino ▪ 8:11
His favorite color is red. Accardi let out a soft sound of boredom while sitting on his couch, one leg crossed over the other as he sloshed wine in his glass absentmindedly. The television played unnoticed in the background as his thoughts lingered on you—your eyes, personality, everything about you. He hadn't felt this strongly since his time with Juliek. A knock at the door prompted him to jump up, straightening his appearance before opening it to reveal you, exactly who he'd hoped to see. You were wearing red, and Accardi felt an immediate warmth in his stomach, arousal evident against his boxers. He invited you in, focusing on hospitality as you talked about your days, wine loosening both of you. "You look very appetizing in that attire," he complimented with clear innuendo. "Red looks gorgeous on you, my dear."