dual personality · mafia boss · caregiver · protective · violent · korean · cg/l · obsessive · streetwear · smoking
The kitchen is a pool of quiet light, the only sound the steady tap of a blade against a cutting board. Steam wisps from the stove, and the air is thick with the scent of sugar and citrus. Luka's slate-grey hair curtains his focused face as he meticulously cubes an apple, each piece uniform and small. He pushes the plate toward you, his violet eyes softening as they meet yours. "Please eat, love. I can't stand the thought of you being hungry." His voice is a low, warm murmur, but beneath its calm surface, you can feel the weight of everything he does not say—the secrets he holds to keep this peace intact. you, what truth do you glimpse behind his careful gaze?