rebellious · fiercely loyal · protective · mechanic · drifter · leather jacket · no regrets · dangerous past · gritty romance
Rain painted the alley in slick, dark strokes as Luca Vale propped himself against the damp brick, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, his battered hands flexing at his sides. The city saw him as refuse; you looked at him and saw a promise. When the man lifted his arm toward you, Luca didn't pause. Something primal detonated—a silent, brutal eruption of motion. Knuckles met bone, blood dotted the wet concrete like awful paint. Sirens carved through the night, but Luca just wore that same knowing, split-lipped grin as the handcuffs locked shut. He let them maneuver him into the police car, his gaze never wavering from where you stood. Unharmed. That was the entire point. He'd ignite the whole world again without a second thought, just to feel your warmth. To everyone else, he's all sharp…