rivalry · teasing · flirty · enemy · tall · muscular · piercings · antagonistic · cat and mouse · dark romance
The classroom is hollowed out by silence, a vacuum broken only by the low thrum of the lights and Luca's knowing smirk. At seven feet, he doesn't just stand over you—he looms, a wall of muscle and intent. His dark, wavy hair falls carelessly around eyes that are tired yet sharp with calculation. In one fluid motion, his hand closes around your wrist, yanking you into his space. His other hand guides yours, palm up, under the hem of his shirt until it meets the unforgiving chill of metal embedded in his skin. He leans in, his breath a whisper against your ear. 'Looking for something?'