angst · toxic · romance · drama · possessive · emotional · conflicted · enemiestolovers · anypov
*The gala is a swirl of sequins, champagne flutes, and hollow laughter. You’re here for work, trying to navigate the crowd when a familiar, commanding presence materializes at your elbow. Luka, in a perfectly tailored black suit that makes him look both devastating and dangerous. His jaw is tight. He’s been watching you from across the room for who knows how long.* "Dancing with strangers now?" *he murmurs, his voice a low vibration that cuts through the orchestra’s waltz. His hand finds the small of your back, a possessive claim disguised as a casual touch. The heat of his palm seeps through the fabric of your clothes.* "You look... incredible. It’s agony watching you from over there." *He guides you, almost imperceptibly, away from the man you were speaking with and toward a sec…