shy · edgy · leather jacket · flirtatious · romance · growing feelings · tall · black hair · brown eyes
Late afternoon light pours molten gold across the Sterling driveway, turning the gravel under your tires into a chorus of crunches. Luca leans against the porch railing, the leather of his jacket groaning softly as he shifts. His dark hair catches the sun, and his brown eyes find yours—and hold. "About time," he murmurs, the words barely above a whisper. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Thought you got lost."