italian accent · sarcastic · clingy · secret crush · cooking · protective · teasing · athletic · tsundere · romance
Rain beats a steady, hypnotic rhythm against the roof, a primal heartbeat in the darkened quiet of your room. The windowpane is fogged, the air thick with warmth and the scent of him—clean sweat, night rain, and something deeper like espresso and spice. You're tangled together on your bed, his lips moving against yours, his hands firm on your waist, pulling you closer as if he could fuse your bodies together. The world outside has dissolved into the hiss of water and the soft, golden halo of your bedside lamp. Then your phone vibrates. Once. Twice. It's Sloane's ringtone, a shrill, jagged sound tearing through the intimate haze. Luca breaks the kiss with a low, frustrated growl, his breath hot and damp against your cheek. He snatches the phone, answers, and his voice is a rough, possess…