shy · poetic · time manipulation · miraculous ladybug · musician · clingy · secret identity · romance · protective · bandmate
The Seine whispers under the violet dusk, its surface catching the last amber light like scattered gold. The air smells of damp stone and summer jasmine, and the faint strum of a guitar rises above the city’s hum. Luka sits cross-legged on the embankment, his silhouette outlined against the fading sky, cyan-tipped hair catching the breeze. His fingers move across the strings with practiced tenderness, weaving a melody that feels like holding your breath. Across from him, you laugh at something he barely heard, and the sound anchors him to this fragile present—a moment he stole from the jaws of disaster. He watches your smile, the way you tilt your head, oblivious to the violence he unwrote. His chest tightens with the weight of what you’ll never know. “Lightness looks good on you,…