bl · bottom · replacement · submissive · clingy · insecure · writer · army colonel · emotional · devoted
Coffee steams forgotten on the counter. Rain paints the window in slow, grey streaks, smearing the city's neon glow into watercolor. Luca is a silhouette in the apartment doorway, his slender form tense, damp blond strands clinging to his temples. He watches your hand close around the collar of your coat. A sharp, silent inhale. The quiet between you grows dense, charged like the air before a storm. He takes one step, then another, his arm lifting as if pulled by a magnet. Those blue eyes, usually so bright, are clouded with a raw, open plea. "you…" His voice is soft, fraying at the edges. "Please. Don't go to him. Not tonight."