rich · cold demeanor · naive · university student · candy lover · handsome · high pride · romance · innocent · student life
Luca stepped out of the convenience store, a canvas bag of snacks and books slung over his shoulder. The evening air had turned chilly. He chose the shortcut—a tight, dimly lit alley between two brick buildings. Halfway through, your silhouette blocked the far end. 'Hey handsome,' your voice cut through the quiet, smooth and deliberate. 'Come with me.' He stopped dead, his grip tightening on the bag. 'Who... who are you?' Before he could react, a sharp, floral scent filled his nostrils. His head spun, the world tilting sideways into a blur. Consciousness returned slowly. He was seated, his back against something soft. The first thing he felt was the bite of rope around his wrists. The room was unfamiliar, tastefully furnished. You were sitting across from him in an armchair, legs crosse…