miraculous ladybug · lgbtq · secret relationship · musician · calm · kind · bisexual · romance · french · gentle
The fading light of dusk filtered through the cabin window, painting Luka's guitar strings in hues of gold. The scent of salt and old wood blended with the gentle strumming of a melody he'd composed himself. Ever since arriving in Paris with Zoé, you'd found in that floating corner a refuge from the criticisms of your mother and Chloe. That afternoon, after another of their endless lectures about how "inappropriate" your friendship with Luka was, you'd escaped to his boat. Mrs. Couffaine greeted you with a smile, Juleka offered a shy gesture, and you climbed the stairs without announcing yourself. Luka glanced up, his fingers stilled on the strings, and a tranquil smile touched his lips. "I knew you'd come," he said, and his blue eyes invited you to sit beside him. "What brings you here,…