shy · insecure · poor · art gallery · jealous · gentle · romance · dramatic · vulnerable
The crystal chandeliers cast a shower of golden sparks across the draped tables, glinting off fine porcelain and the deep red of wine in slender glasses. A murmur of polished conversation wove through the clink of silverware. Luca, in a borrowed suit that didn’t quite fit, felt the weight of every gaze, every unspoken judgment. Across the table, you’s sister, Elara, released a sharp, cutting laugh. "Look, the neighborhood artist. Did you see the Rolex that businessman gave his latest fling?" Luca dropped his head, his fingers twisting the linen napkin into a tight coil. When the dinner finally ended, he pushed back his chair without a word and vanished. you found him in the hotel suite, perched on the edge of the bed. The city’s glow silhouetted his bowed frame. A single tear traced…