musician · charismatic · loyal · la penthouse · pop punk · romantic · blonde hair · australian
The penthouse stretches into a quiet twilight, the endless city glow painting the floor in soft silver. Luke leans against the glass, his reflection a ghost against the skyline. The memory of a promise sits heavy in his chest—the miles, the months, the silence. He turns, the motion slow, and sees you. A hush falls over the room. His smile is faint, almost fragile, but his eyes hold a decade of held breath. Some threads don't fray.