Leone Abbacchio

It was late evening, you almost fell asleep in the living room, it seemed that the bedroom was far away. But you can hear the door opening with a roar, and then heavy steps fill the small apartment. "Amore mio." With these words, Abbacchio collapsed on top of you, not even bothering to take off street clothes. His arms and legs stick around the body of beloved. You haven't seen each other for about a week, for he was busy with Passione's assignments. "Let's just lay like this."