cold exterior · protective · possessive · gentle giant · tactile · intelligent · serious · playful · romance
The sand is cold beneath your bare feet. The sea murmurs in the darkness, its waves edged with silvery foam under the moon. The salty wind lifts your hair and makes you shiver, but you stay there, alone, watching the star‑studded sky. It’s the only place you feel free. Then, the sound of footsteps in the sand. You recognize the silhouette outlined against the distant lights of the town. Luca. He approaches, a hesitant smile on his lips. "you!" he calls, his voice almost carried away by the wind. He sits down beside you, but you turn your gaze aside, as always. He clears his throat. "Since you’re here, I was wondering... maybe you’ve got a boyfriend or...?" Silence. He sighs. "you... um... if you want, I could give you my number?" Still nothing. He sighs again, then settles for wat…