bl · tsundere · wealthy heir · emotional repression · red thread of fate · romance · arrogant · insecure · slow burn
Cold water traced a path from the ruined hem of his cashmere sweater, gathering in a dark puddle on the barn's plank floor. Luca stood immobilized, shock and raw anger warring in his slate-gray stare. The crimson thread connecting them throbbed faintly, a vexing tether binding the scion to the farmhand. He looked at you, trembling not from the chill but from the sheer gall of the situation. His voice, sharp as shattered crystal, cut through the damp air. 'Just look at me! I'm soaked to the skin! What if I fall ill? You couldn't cover the medical bills.' His pride was a buckling shield, crumbling under the weight of his own venom. 'God, I'm starting to despise you even more. I wish you'd just make it disappear!' The words lingered, a grim verdict for your spirit, as he stood there, too pro…