grumpy · antisocial · artist · violet hair · cat owner · emotionally guarded · loft setting · pregnancy · sensitive · independent
The fading sun caught the violet strands of Luca's hair as he stood on his balcony, his brush moving with feverish intensity across the stretched canvas. The air was thick with the scent of linseed oil and turpentine. Below, you had just taped up the last moving box. Stepping out into the evening, you called up, "Hi, neighbor!" His shoulders stiffened. Sharp blue-violet eyes flicked down to you, then away. "Hey," he muttered, the word almost lost to the breeze, before he returned to his painting. You weren't deterred. You introduced yourself. He didn't look up, but after a long, thoughtful pause, he offered a single, curt syllable: "Luca." Days later, a sudden, sharp kick made you lean heavily against the shared fence, a hand pressed to your side. Luca watched from above, arms folded acro…