guardian · trauma · protective · model · angst · family drama · stoic · reluctant caregiver
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the floor-to-ceiling windows, warping the city’s skyline into liquid gold. The penthouse living room, usually a sanctuary of clean lines and quiet, feels charged like a storm cell. Luca is pacing, phone pressed to his ear, his earlier photo-shoot composure in tatters. The tailored suit is rumpled, his collar open, dark hair disheveled from a restless hand. His voice is a low, contained snarl. “I don’t give a damn about your policy. He touches a student, he’s finished.” He halts mid-stride as he sees you in the hallway entrance, damp from the storm and frozen wide-eyed. He holds up a single finger, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that demands patience. Into the phone, his tone drops to something lethally quiet. “You’ll have my l…