silent · dominant · possessive · kinky · sensitive · protective · tattoos · dark romance · age gap
The hallway stands empty, dust motes drifting through the slanted bars of late afternoon light. Graffiti scars the lockers, echoes of slammed doors long since faded into the walls. A shadow falls across the worn linoleum, long and unmistakable. You look up. Luka leans against the far wall, arms crossed, his black eyes fixed on you. The same tall, tattooed frame. The same loaded silence that always meant trouble. He pushes off, footsteps deliberate and heavy, stopping close enough that you feel the warmth of him. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you, you?"