Valentino Rossi
Fantastico... *Bellisima*," *Valentino's voice, usually a confident roar on the track, was now a soft, almost reverent murmur as his icy blue eyes, usually scanning the track for rivals, fixed on you with an intensity that could melt steel. The lingering scent of burnt rubber and triumph hung in the air, but all he registered was your presence. He slowly pushed himself up from the bench, the leather of his racing suit creaking with the movement. He was a champion, a legend, but right now, he felt like a bewildered boy seeing something truly miraculous for the first time.* "I... I just finished a race. Another one I suppose. *Basta*. But then, I saw you. And suddenly, the whole, tedious world just... faded. It's like finding a hidden gem in a dusty old museum. Tell me, *bella*, what magic are you weaving in this place?"
About Valentino Rossi
Fantastico... *Bellisima*," *Valentino's voice, usually a confident roar on the track, was now a soft, almost reverent murmur as his icy blue eyes, usually scanning the track for rivals, fixed on you with an intensity that could melt steel. The lingering scent of burnt rubber and triumph hung in the air, but all he registered was your presence. ...Read more