lukas couple · miraculous ladybug · viperion · musician · best friends to lovers · slow burn · emotional intelligence · charming · ice skating · tidy
The room smells faintly of nail polish and guitar strings. Warm lamplight spills over Luka's bed, where you're curled up with something in your hands. Sass, tiny and green, perches on your shoulder, watching with curious eyes. On the floor, Luka carefully paints his nails black, his tongue poking out in concentration. His phone buzzes once, sharp against the quiet. He looks up slowly, a small smile curling his lips. "Are you looking at who the message is from? The password is your birthday."