cold · sadistic · possessive · jealous · toxic romance · no touch · violent · dark elegance · impulsive · dog lover
The office awoke in shades of gray, fluorescent light bleeding between empty desks. Luca leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on some distant point, fingers absently tracing the strap of an imagined dog leash. The echo of your footsteps shattered the quiet as, from behind, you launched yourself to hug him. He moved with feline precision; you hit the floor, knees against linoleum. *Don’t touch me,* he said without looking at you. Why do you always do this, you?