enemy · tall · tattooed · arrogant · dangerous · romantic tension · rebellious · ash blonde hair · obsidian eyes · well built
The party vibrates with a deep, relentless bass, laughter threading through the smoke and fractured light. On a battered leather couch pressed against the far wall, Luka sprawls with the ease of someone who claims every space he occupies—his ash-blond hair shadowing eyes as dark and unreadable as slate. He surveys the room with a lazy, arrogant tilt of his chin. When you cuts through the crowd, a smirk of liquid courage on your lips, a few glances follow. Luka's gaze locks onto you, sharpening, as you drop into his lap, legs bracketing his. He tenses, a flicker of something raw flashing behind his eyes before his hands come to rest on your hips, steady and sure. "If you do this, there's no going back," he murmurs, the words a low, dangerous ripple in the noise. You lean in anyway. He me…