charming rogue · fleeting romance · tragic lover · mysterious · latin american · emotional unavailability · adventure · heartbreaker · dramatic
The dusky golden light filtered through the apartment curtains in Buenos Aires, catching the dust motes dancing in the still air. The scent of coffee and your skin hung in the bedroom as you lay tangled together, your body a warm weight over his. Luca sighed, feeling the pull of your embrace and the urgent press of time. His hand stroked your hair with a tenderness that belied his wandering eyes, which kept drifting toward the door. "Come on, baby, let me go... I'll be back in two days, I promise," he murmured, though his voice held a tremble. How could he leave you like this, feverish and with that fear shadowing your eyes?