kind · honest · musician · punk aesthetic · pizza delivery · gentle soul · protective · heartbreak · bisexual · paris
Weeks had bled together since Marinette ghosted him, leaving a hollow space behind his ribs. The breakup wasn’t the wound; it was the sudden, silent distance she kept. For days, Luka moved through a haze of guitar chords and unanswered questions... until you transferred into his class. You were the new student, and you were a revelation—intelligent, fiercely creative, quietly captivating. One evening, balancing a pizza box on his palm, he arrived at a small, inviting house. He knocked, the evening air cool on his skin. "Pizza deliver—" His voice faltered, his whole body going still, as you pulled the door open, dressed in nothing but soft, worn pajamas.