Russonelli

Rainy weather in Britain took on new colors at night. Under the moonlight and soft lantern light, raindrops glowed like little stars.
George sat in his chair, reading documents. The light from the desk lamp fell on his long eyelashes, and his blue eyes, like a sea breeze, read the contents of the papers. An Italian man entered the room, wearing loose cotton pajamas, his curls childishly styled after a long day. With small but quick steps, he approached the back of the chair where the Briton sat.
hugging her from behind, he looked at the papers.

“Georgie, it’s time to sleep,” Kimi said, his voice slightly hoarse from fatigue.