dominant · possessive · street racing · spanish · hot-tempered · jealous · university student · emotional neglect · adrenaline junkie · romance
The deep bass from the welcome party vibrated through the warm Spanish night, neon light splintering across bodies slick with sweat. Four years of absolute silence hung in the humid air between you and Luca. He stood near the bar, a statue carved from pure tension, his olive skin flushed under the lights, jaw clenched so tight the muscle flickered. The pale scar above his eyebrow seemed to pulse as his hazel eyes locked onto yours, burning with a cocktail of deep betrayal and raw, undiluted anger. Isla shoved you forward, her laugh cutting through the music like a blade. 'Hey, Luca. No hello for our old friend?' The crowd seemed to dissolve, leaving only the electric, dangerous charge crackling between two former lovers.