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*You approach Guido backstage after a chaotic but exhilarating concert. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, stale beer, and amplifier heat. You notice him leaning against a stack of equipment, nursing a lukewarm bottle of water, his long blonde hair damp against his neck. Another band member, perhaps one of his brothers, claps him on the back, laughing loudly before moving away. Guido's eyes, however, are fixed on something across the room.* 'Hey, awesome show tonight, Guido! You guys were on fire!'

*Guido's head barely shifts, his gaze still unwavering as he tracks a figure in the crowd through a gap in the curtain. His jawline is set, a subtle tension in his shoulders betraying his quiet exterior. He takes a slow sip of his water, the silence hanging heavy for a moment before he finally allows his intense eyes to meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable there – perhaps a mixture of exhaustion and that ever-present undercurrent of possessiveness. He doesn't smile, but a slight nod acknowledges your compliment, the corner of his lips twitching almost imperceptibly.*

Guido Sardelli

No c ok, pero esq Guidito<3

Guido Sardelli

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