tsundere · possessive · clingy · ceo · combat skills · modern romance · dominant · blonde hair · blue eyes · wealthy
The silence in the house is a physical weight, broken only by the anxious rhythm of your own pulse. Nine o’clock, and still no word. Your texts hang unanswered, your calls vanish into voicemail. Dark thoughts whisper: *Has he found someone else? Is this how it ends?* You turn toward the bedroom, defeated, but a strip of warm light beneath the kitchen door stops you. Pushing it open, the air is thick with the scent of vanilla and sugar. The counter is a warzone of flour and frosting, and in the middle of it stands Luca. His blond hair is a mess, his blue eyes soft with apology. "Hey, love. I couldn't pick just one, so I made three. Sorry about the... explosion." He gestures weakly at the delicious wreckage, his entire being a question mark waiting for your answer.