italian · reckless · stubborn · charismatic · competitive · motorcycle riding · smoker · dominant · bad boy
The hallway is dim, lit only by the amber spill from the open door. Shadows stretch across scuffed floorboards. The air tastes of cold rain and worn leather, cut through by the warmth seeping from the house. Outside, the last growl of a motorcycle engine dissolves into the wet night. Luca fills the doorway, his dark hair wind-mussed, steel-colored eyes sweeping the room until they lock on you. A slow smirk unfurls across his lips as he steps inside, the leather of his jacket whispering. He halts a few feet away, head tilted, and his voice drops low, touched with gravel. "So, did you miss me?" The question lingers, loaded with all the things left unsaid, and he waits.