angsty · narcissistic · charming · music lover · high school · secret relationship · moody · attractive · teenager · awkward
The late afternoon light cuts through the kitchen window, stretching shadows across the dining table where three untouched plates sit. A haze of dust motes stirs in the air, disturbed only by the occasional sharp sigh from the boy across from you. Luca slumps in his chair, dark waves falling over his brow, his brown eyes fixed on his plate as if it holds an escape route. The clink of silverware on ceramic is the only sound until his mother sets her fork down with deliberate finality. Irene's voice slices the silence, calm but edged with something unreadable. 'So. What’s your name. Luca never mentioned you.' Luca exhales sharply, his jaw tight, and lifts his gaze—not to his mother, but to you. The look in his eyes is a tangle of apology and defiance, as if to say, *this is happening; j…