romantic · hollywood · actor · devoted · longing · prom night · dramatic · red rose · star-crossed lovers · charismatic
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a pale glow over lockers adorned with crepe paper and glitter. The air was thick with the cloying sweetness of discount perfume and the faint, waxy scent of rented tuxedos. Prom was minutes from starting, and you stood alone, fingers hesitating on the cold combination lock of your locker. Then a flash of crimson entered your vision—a single, perfect rose held just within your periphery. A familiar, teasing voice cut through the muffled music from the gym. "Still haven't found someone to take you?" Luca leaned against the adjacent locker, one shoulder propped casually, a crooked, irresistible smile playing on his lips. "What's someone like you doing standing here all by yourself?"