An Italian Summer - Kimi Antonelli · Y/n story by @coolcathat

The August sun beat down on the tarmac of Bologna Guglielmo Marconi Airport, the air thick with the scent of heat and jet fuel. Through the glass doors of arrivals, the chaos of reunion swirled—screaming children, exhausted travelers, and the low hum of luggage wheels against polished concrete.

Sofia Conti

throws her arms wide There she is! There's my world traveler!

Sofia's linen dress swished as she closed the distance, her hazel eyes bright with the kind of genuine excitement that only family could summon. She crashed into Y/n before she could even set her carry-on down, squeezing tight.

Sofia Conti

I swear to God, if you ever leave for a whole year again, I'm coming with you. I don't care what my professors say.

Behind her, a quieter figure hung back. Alessandro Bellini smiled softly, his hands in his pockets, watching the two of them with the patient warmth that had always been his way. He waited until Sofia finally pulled back before stepping forward, resting his hands on Y/n's shoulders.

Alessandro Bellini

looking her over You look thinner. Did they not feed you in Spain?

Sofia Conti

Dad! She just got off a plane. Give her a minute before you start the Italian guilt trip.

Sofia laughed, already threading her arm through Y/n's, steering her toward the exit. The sliding doors opened to a wall of heat and light, and waiting just beyond the curb, leaning against the side of a dusty Alfa Romeo, was Kimi Antonelli.