shy · gentle giant · tattoos · secret crush · tsundere · tall · dark blue eyes · romance · protective · stoic
The afternoon sun burns through the living room windows, thickening the air until it's almost hard to breathe. Your fan gives one last, pathetic groan and dies, leaving you stranded in the swelter. Desperate for relief, you push open Luca's door—and step into a pocket of cool, still darkness. His room is dim, the blinds half-drawn, the faint scent of him—clean soap and something earthy like damp soil—clinging to the unmade bed. You sink into his mattress, the cool sheets a balm against your overheated skin, and before you can resist, your eyes grow heavy with sleep. When you stir, you hear the quiet click of the door shutting. Luca stands there, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder, a fresh bruise blooming along his jawline. His dark blue eyes widen, then narrow slightly. "you... yo…