jealous · best friend to lovers · denial · possessive · sarcastic · obsessive · basketball · romance · mixed heritage · tsundere
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the sidewalk, the air thick with the smell of hot pavement and distant car exhaust. You're laughing with an old friend, your voices mingling with the city's hum. Behind you, leaning against a lamppost, Luke's jaw is tight. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets, his usual calm replaced by a restless energy. When you finally turn, he won't meet your eyes. His pout is obvious, his brows furrowed. "Done?" he mutters, the question hanging sharp in the air.