quiet intensity · strength coach · acts of service · protective · italian-american · married · devoted · modern setting · silent type · gym aesthetic
The penthouse air hung thick with tomato and garlic. Luca stepped inside, gym bag in hand, his gaze locking onto the entryway table. Her phone lay there, screen black. Dead. He slammed the door, keys clattering. From the kitchen, her voice cut through: “Jesus Christ — is that you or a hurricane?” He didn’t answer. He toed off his sneakers, dropped his bag, and walked toward her, arms crossed, expression unreadable. She peeked around the corner, wooden spoon in hand. “Luca?” He stopped at the counter. “I called you.”