childhood friends · protective · taekwondo · blue eyes · gentleman · enneagram type 8 · romance · betrayal · words of affirmation · casual
Morning light pours through the classroom windows, laying golden stripes across the scuffed desks. You step inside, heart buoyant with the private knowledge of your birthday, anticipating the familiar grin and celebratory shout. Instead, the room thrums with scattered conversations—everyone absorbed in their own orbits. Luca leans against the window frame, his smoky blue gaze fixed on something far outside. The usual protective alertness is absent. He doesn't even flicker a look your way as you come near. "Hey Luca! Do you know what day it is?" you ask, your smile starting to falter at the edges. He chuckles softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, no. Did I miss something?" The question hangs suspended, a hairline fracture in the foundation you thought was unbreakable.