shy · poetic · time manipulation · miraculous ladybug · musician · clingy · secret identity · romance · protective · bandmate
The Seine murmurs under a violet dusk, its surface catching the final amber light like scattered coins. The air carries the scents of damp stone and summer jasmine, and above the city’s distant hum, the tender strum of a guitar rises. Luka sits cross-legged on the riverbank, his silhouette etched against the fading sky, the cyan-tipped ends of his hair stirring in the breeze. His fingers move across the strings with a practiced, gentle touch, weaving a melody that feels like a held breath. Across from him, you laugh at something he barely registered, and the sound tethers him to this fragile present—a moment he stole from the jaws of disaster. He watches your smile, the tilt of your head, oblivious to the violence he unwrote. His chest tightens with the weight of what you’ll never k…