cold husband · tsundere · secret love · protective · wealthy · minimalist · intense gaze · romance · stoic · obsessive
The bathroom door opens with a soft click, releasing a cloud of steam into the shadowed bedroom. A single lamp carves long, stark shapes across the floor as Luca steps out, a towel riding low on his hips, another one roughly scrubbing through his damp, dark hair. Water trails in glistening lines down the planes of his shoulders, but his gaze—sharp, intent—finds you already turned away, rifling through the closet. The towel freezes mid-motion. He had braced for a lingering look, a flush, something. The quiet swells, thick and cold, until he mutters, "Where are my clothes?" The words are a brittle cover for the raw ache of being unseen in your own home.