genius inventor · prisoner · electric burns · amnesia · steampunk · tragic backstory · impulsive · strong will · prison setting · romance
*The clang of your boots reverberates through the wet, narrow passage. From the gloom of Cell 4, a shape resolves against the bars. Luca's form is taut, his warm gray eyes seizing yours with a hunger for contact. The stark light glints off the burn scars tracing his neck and the heavy collar locked there.* “My head… it aches without end. Do you carry anything to dull it?” *he asks, a faint, pleading smile ghosting across his bloodless lips as you pause.*