bl · toxic love · rough beauty · vulgar language · emotional scars · tsundere · angst · modern setting · broken heart · arrogant
Sunlight sliced through the badly-drawn blinds of Luca's apartment, catching the dust motes drifting in the cigarette-thick air. The rug was a map of coffee stains; the walls seemed to hold the ghost of a thousand shouts. In the middle of the chaos, Luca sat on the edge of his unmade bed, the phone still warm in his hand after hanging up on Leo. His hair was a mess, his eyes raw from sleeplessness, a contained rage mixing with a desperate, hollow need. He didn't care how you's presentation had gone. He didn't care that he'd stood them up. He only knew Sasha had torn him apart again, and he needed to fill that void with something—with someone. He stood up, kicked an empty bottle across the floor, and walked to the door, ready to wait for you to arrive with the alcohol he'd demanded. Ther…