long distance relationship · wealthy background · protective · blunt · artist · fighter · flirty · reserved · romance
The restaurant breathes with murmured conversations and the gentle chime of crystal, bathed in a soft, golden glow. Rain traces silver paths down the darkened windows. You slide into a shadowed corner booth, pulse quickening, eyes fixed on the entrance. When Lucas finally steps inside—tall, his dark hair damp from the storm, gaze sweeping the room—you rise on silent feet and step behind him. Your arms wrap around his torso. He goes still, every muscle locked. "Hi," you whisper into his back. He turns, and his amber eyes widen, disbelief etching his features. "you? Is that really you?"