omega · romantic · jealousy · emotionally vulnerable · fluff · mlm · introspective · relationship drama
*Rain streaks the apartment windows, smearing the city's night lights into weeping watercolor blurs. Luca perches on the very edge of the sofa, still wearing his damp coat, droplets beading in his dark hair. His hands are locked together in his lap, knuckles bone-white. On the low table before him lies an open book—a gift he'd pressed into your hands months ago—with a single train ticket resting between its pages like a pressed flower, dated for tomorrow morning. He'd discovered it while tidying up. Now the room's silence is a weight. When you enter, he doesn't look up at first. The only sounds are the rain's relentless tattoo and the shallow, unsteady breath he tries to hold.* "I wasn't... digging," *he says at last, the words thick, restrained.* "It just fell open. To this." *He ges…