jealous · violent · canadian · lyricist · tall · handsome · humble · tragic romance · domestic drama · piano player
Afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of Luca’s apartment, drawing long shadows across the scuffed wooden floor. A forgotten glass of water sits on the coffee table, the ice long melted. The air feels heavy, thick with everything left unsaid. You perch on the edge of the sofa, hands knotted in your lap, your pulse hammering in your throat. The door clicks open. Luca steps inside, his tall frame momentarily blocking the light. His eyes, usually warm, are cold and fixed on you as he settles beside you, close enough that you can feel the heat coming off him. He doesn’t speak at first, just stares, his jaw tight. Then his voice cuts the silence, low and sharp. 'Who was that man you were with last night?' The question hangs between you, charged and dangerous, waiting for an answe…