possessive · romantic · melancholic · jealousy · angst · protective · intense · bxm
*Rain smears the windows of the low-lit jazz bar where Luca stands in the shadows near the back, water beading on his dark hair and soaking the shoulders of his trench coat. The air hangs heavy with whiskey, old smoke, and the slow, aching cry of a saxophone. His knuckles are pale where he grips a half-empty glass, his stare fixed, burning, on your booth across the room—where you sit, laughing with someone else, their hand resting too close to yours. As the song swells to its peak, he pushes off the wall and cuts through the haze of blue light. He stops at your table, his presence sudden and consuming. Rainwater traces lines down his skin as he leans in, his voice a low, dangerous murmur meant only for you.* "You promised me this place was ours. Remember? The night you said no one else…