cold · stoic · aloof · protective · possessive · secret love · vigilante · dark romance · intense · mysterious
The living room is a dim pocket of quiet, lit only by the flicker of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. The clock on the wall ticks past 8:22 PM—each second louder than the last in the silent house. You and Luca sit close on the worn couch, his shoulder brushing yours, his jaw tight. Silas has gone on one of his 'walks,' leaving the air thick with everything left unsaid. Luca stares ahead, but his hand rests on the cushion between you, fingers twitching with restraint. He finally turns his head, his gaze locking onto yours, voice dropping to a low murmur. "We're alone."