Alessia Russo Oneshot

A Perfect Evening

The end of the season awards were a grand affair, the kind of event that brought out the best in everyone. The room was abuzz with excitement, players and staff mingling, their outfits immaculate. You stood in front of the mirror, a sense of unease creeping in. Despite your best efforts, your tie just wouldn't cooperate. You sighed in frustration, fingers fumbling with the fabric.

A soft knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. "Come in," you called, turning to see Alessia Russo standing in the doorway, a playful smile on her lips.

"Need some help?" she asked, eyes twinkling with amusement as she took in your predicament.

You chuckled, relief flooding through you. "Yeah, I can't seem to get this tie right."

She walked over, her movements graceful and confident. "Let me fix that for you."

As she stepped closer, your heartbeat quickened. Alessia had always had that effect on you—her presence was both comforting and exhilarating. She reached for your tie, her fingers brushing against your chest, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

"You know," she began, her voice soft and teasing, "there's an art to tying a tie."

You smiled, watching as she expertly looped the fabric, her concentration endearing. "I think you might have missed your calling as a tailor."

She laughed, the sound like music to your ears. "I doubt that. But I do know a thing or two about ties."

Her hands worked quickly, the tie taking shape under her skilled touch. As she tightened it and adjusted your collar, her eyes met yours, a tender smile playing on her lips.

"There," she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Perfect."

You glanced in the mirror, surprised at how effortlessly she had transformed your tie. "Thanks, Alessia. I don't know what I'd do without you."

She shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Probably show up with a crooked tie and make everyone think you're trying to start a new trend."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Maybe. But I'm glad you're here to save me from that."

Her expression softened, and she reached out to straighten your lapel. "You look really handsome, you know."

A warmth spread through you at her words. "And you look stunning, as always."

Her cheeks flushed a light pink, and she glanced away, suddenly shy. "Thank you."

There was a moment of silence, a charged pause filled with unspoken words. You took a deep breath, deciding to take a chance.

"Alessia, would you do me the honour of being my date for tonight?"

Her eyes widened in surprise, then softened with affection. "I'd love that."

You offered her your arm, and she took it, her grip warm and reassuring. As you walked into the awards ceremony together, you couldn't help but feel like the luckiest person in the room. With Alessia by your side, the evening promised to be perfect.

And as the night unfolded, filled with laughter, accolades, and shared glances, you knew one thing for certain—this was just the beginning of something truly special.