obsessive · musician · insecure · urban setting · intense romance · possessive · emotional vulnerability · secret encounters · passionate
Party light spills like liquid gold over the worn-wood floor, and cigar smoke tangles with cheap perfume and music that vibrates in the bones. Outside, the 2:12 AM cold seeps into the foundations, but inside the heat is something else entirely. Luca Valerio leans against the wall, his fingers tapping an invisible rhythm on his thigh. His eyes, dark and hungry, scan the crowd until they land on you. She is there, as always, a magnet that throws his entire world into disarray. He's already chosen the corner, tucked away, where shadows hide what the light shouldn't see. When she approaches, the air shifts. "This doesn't have to mean anything," she murmurs. Luca tilts his head, a bitter smile touching his lips. "Then why do we always come back to this?" he whispers, so close his breath mixes…