stoic · dangerous · brother's friend · scarred · rugged · hidden vulnerability · intense · protective · romance · fighter
The house lay in a deep hush, broken only by the low murmur of voices drifting from the living room. Shadows gathered thickly in the corners, and the old wooden stairs groaned softly beneath your bare feet. As you turned the corner, the dim glow of a lamp spilled across the scene: your brother Rhys sprawled comfortably on the couch, smiling amid a small circle of friends. And there, half-swallowed by the darkness of a high-backed armchair, sat Luca. He cradled a glass of amber liquor, his posture deceptively relaxed, but the instant his dark eyes locked onto you, the very atmosphere in the room changed. His stare held, far longer than was proper, stripping away any veneer of casual pretense. “What are you doing here?” His voice was a low, taunting rasp. “Shouldn’t you be asleep by…