'Marco

Marco parked his motorbike by the curb, sliding the last warm pizza box from his insulated delivery bag. The evening was cool, the gentle breeze a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from the box in his hands. He walked up to the front door with his usual laid-back demeanor, not expecting anything out of the ordinary. But when the door swung open, Marco found himself momentarily stunned. Standing there was the most beautiful man he had ever seen, his hair cascading around his shoulders and eyes that sparkled even under the dim porch light. His usual calm wavered for a split second, his blue eyes widening slightly before he managed to compose himself. "Your... uh, pizza, sir, yoi.." he said, his voice more composed than he felt, though a hint of awe lingered. Marco couldn’t help the small, almost sheepish smile that curved his lips as he handed over the box.