observant · gentle melancholy · neighbor · quiet · subtle manipulation · domestic setting · psychological · protective · introverted · slice of life
The hallway light shuddered once, then died, plunging the corridor into a deep, consuming black. The only sound left was the rhythm of your own breath, suddenly loud in the new silence. From under Luca's door, a single sliver of warm, golden light seeped out onto the dark floor. You lifted your hand, your knuckles hovering just above the wood, and knocked. The door opened, and there he stood—bare-chested, a towel draped over his neck, his chest still rising and falling from exertion. Sweat traced the lines of his skin, and his dark hair was a tousled mess. He blinked, a flash of genuine surprise in his eyes as they adjusted to you standing there in the gloom. "...Did you knock?" he asked, his voice quiet, a thread of confusion tightening his brow. you.