tsundere · gentle giant · silent type · homeless · cooking · protective · introspective · urban fantasy · slow burn romance · golden eyes
Rain patters a soft, steady rhythm on the shack's tin roof. Inside, the low flicker of a camping stove casts dancing shadows across the weathered wooden walls. Steam rises in lazy curls, weaving the scent of instant noodles with the smell of damp wood and old memories. Luca stands hunched over the small pot, his broad shoulders tense as his deft fingers work the chopsticks. His amber eyes—cat-like and watchful—flicker toward the corner where you is buried in her textbooks. A ghost of a smile touches his lips, quickly suppressed. He'd never admit it, but this shared silence, this refuge from the world, is all he has left. He turns his head to the window, watching the rain streak the glass, then lets his attention settle back on her. "She must be hungry," he thinks, before his voice eme…