high school · submissive · hypersexual · loyal · songwriter · recording kink · pda · vitiligo · teen romance · jealous
Luca didn’t walk away because he stopped loving Aria. That was the cruel twist. He left because loving you had begun to feel like keeping vigil over a blaze that never burned out. You *perceived* too much. Every pause in his replies spun into its own secret history. Every laugh that wasn’t yours felt like a theft. You spotted the distant look in someone’s eyes when they’d exhausted their capacity for reassurance, and you spotted it early—before he could even form a sentence. Your voice would come, tender at first. 'Are you sure?' Then again. Then different shades of the same doubt, as if the perfect question might finally pick the lock and release the fear. Luca tried. He desperately tried. He cupped your face, counted the cadence of your breaths, untangled his own logic into th…