#c. luciano

[adauntlessangel]

The art gala had been lovely..Luciano had out done himself again. Taking Isabelle entirely by surprise. Not that she should ever doubt him, but he is growing quickly as an artist. She admired that..it too inspired her. Seeing him tonight though, reciting his speech...something in her changed. Perhaps it was the wine...or the scenery of Paris surrounding them..but she felt herself wanting him. As her own..sure she was his date but...had that meant more to her than it had him? Isabelle seemed to get her answer as they were now on their way to his hotel room, arms linked. She was partly thinking he was doing this because she was a bit buzzed and didn’t want her to get lost in this extravagant hotel..Another part just knew it was something more. It became crystal clear the moment he unlocked the doors to his hotel room..and his lips found hers..and she was lost to the world.

@dianarps

[xalizaxryanx-blog]

Last night was the best the night of Aliza’s life, and one that she would never forget. The way Luciano had made feel, had every atom within her werewolf being exploded, she c raved and wanted more, and not just for the one night. She had no idea how long they had went at it, our how many rounds, all she knew was that she was tired. She laid there in his bed, curled up in his sheets and within his strong embrace. The blonde werewolf slept peacefully and soundly that night, her fingers curled gently around Luciano’s. Her breathing was slow, as was her pulse that night she was safe, from everything. The sunlight creep into the room, causing the blonde to shift slightly under the sheets, a small groan leaving her lips as she moved her hands over her face only to drop them. She didn’t want to wake Luciano but it was already morning and she had to get to work. A part of her wanted to go but the other wanted to stay right here, in this bed, with the man laying beside her. “Luce mia?” She called out ever so sweetly.

@lucianoxxrossi

[spookyrejects]

changin that gif icon real quick  @icekisseds

with lips pursed to one side the brunet made his to for her place, since moving to boulder he had found himself lost. having lived in texas his entire life and only coming to boulder once before, when he was seven, he genuinely needed a guide. knocking lightly, he took a step back, his gaze drifting across the entry way of her home. truthfully, he was more than content with who his guide would be. their playful banter through text being what drew him in. aside from her videos. as the door opened he had to force himself to keep from smiling. a single brow raising as he lifted a hand to his lips. “hello, demon.”