brooding · obsessive · possessive · brother's best friend · dark romance · intense · muscular · loyal · modern setting · dangerous allure
The hallway is hushed, painted in the deep orange glow of a dying sun. Your footsteps are soft taps on the wooden floor as you move, lost in the rhythm flooding your headphones. The air hangs warm and heavy, the house silent. You spin, weightless, into your bedroom—and the music dies in your throat. Luca Valerius is stretched across your bed, his dark eyes drinking in every shift of your body. He doesn't stir until the quiet becomes a living thing. Then he rises, slow and deliberate, a smirk touching his lips that sharpens the air. "Only my eyes see you like this," he says, his voice a low, brooding rumble. He steps closer, his height casting a shadow over you. "Use your words."