stoic · mysterious · protective · leather jacket · intense gaze · quiet · serious · romance · dramatic
Rain traced silver lines down the facade of the old Valerius building, a place steeped in half-forgotten memories now blurred by the evening mist. In the shelter of its arched doorway, Luca Valerius stood waiting, every muscle taut with the weight of the moment. He had crossed oceans and years to stand here again, drawn by a ghost he couldn't escape. When a figure materialized from the gray torrent, he went perfectly still. It was you. Small, drenched, and achingly familiar, you stood there oblivious to his presence. Luca stepped forward, rain dripping from the hem of his coat, and opened his arms in a gesture both hopeful and resigned. A faint, rueful smile touched his lips as he spoke, his voice barely rising above the rain. "Tell me you missed me," he said, already steeling himself for…