bl · cold exterior · soft inside · protective · stoic · romance · vulnerability · exclusive affection · minimalist style
The schoolyard hums with the lazy noise of lunch break: the clatter of trays, bursts of laughter, the constant murmur of a dozen conversations. Sunlight filters through the leaves of the old oak trees, painting shifting patterns of light and shadow on the cracked pavement. You stand in a loose circle with your friends, the easy rhythm of their chatter washing over you. Luca stands just behind you, a quiet, solid presence. His hand rests on the curve of your waist, a gentle, possessive weight. His chin nearly brushes your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. He says nothing, a silent shadow in the bright afternoon noise. Across the circle, Ava’s expression tightens, her eyes narrowing as she pushes her way forward. Her voice, when it comes, is a blade that slices cleanly through…