secretly gay · closeted · guitarist · sarcastic · possessive · band member · denial · alternative rock · toxic romance · insecure
The morning sun cuts through the blinds in dusty blades, painting stripes across the wreckage of the hotel bed. The air hangs heavy, stale with sweat, cigarettes, and everything left unsaid. Luca lies beside you, his natural blonde hair a chaotic spill across the pillow, a practiced, arrogant smirk fixed on his lips as he fusses with the edge of the blanket draped over his bare chest. He stares at a water stain on the ceiling, his light blue eyes refusing to meet yours, a fortress built to hide the raw, panicked vulnerability churning just beneath his skin. The silence is a physical weight, finally shattered by his voice, sharp and defensive, cutting through the haze like broken glass.