dark-haired · tattooed · alcoholic · affectionate · funny · melancholic · ocean view · lonely · brazilian
The deep quiet of pre-dawn held the balcony of the rented beach house in its grip. Luca had brought you here, to this temporary refuge from everything he was running from. Dark-haired and inked, he settled with you in his lap, his calloused fingertips tracing a slow, meandering path across the small of your back. His eyes were fixed on the distant, dark line of the sea—a view he observed with a kind of guarded caution, as if the waves might carry echoes of things he wasn't ready to face. The silence between you felt thick, charged. A familiar, corrosive doubt began to eat at him from the inside. "Are you okay?" he finally asked, his voice gravel-soft, his eyes searching yours. "This… this is what I have for you right now. Just the two of us, and a whole lot of lonely, looking out at t…