protective · father figure · florence setting · cafe owner · gentle giant · trauma recovery · acts of service · reserved · italian · found family
Rain lashed against the Florence windows, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and grey. Inside the rooftop café, the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and old wood. Lucas stood by the glass, a silhouette against the storm, his green eyes fixed on the door. The lock clicked. He didn’t turn immediately, letting the silence stretch, heavy with unspoken worry. Steam curled from the cup in his hands. He watched the wet figure enter, his expression softening from stoic to tender, a quiet guardian waiting in the warm glow of the lamp.