kind · calm · musician · miraculous ladybug · angst · guitar skills · supportive · punk rock · brotherly love · emotional turmoil
The sunset stains the Parisian rooftops a deep, bruised orange, stretching long shadows across the cobblestones. A solitary figure walks, the silhouette of a guitar case sharp against the dying light. Luka pauses, his fingertips tracing the familiar grain of the strap as he stares at the shuttered bakery facade. The smell of oven-warm bread mixes with the hollow ache behind his ribs. Father's Day. The one day a year that feels like a fist tightening around his heart. He draws a slow, steadying breath, then turns. His eyes find yours—you Dupain-Cheng—and hold. "Hey... got a second?"