closed for @scftlys !
the music from luca’s club pulsed around them, low lights catching the smirk lingering on his mouth as he leaned closer in the booth. “why’re you so nervous about this?” he murmured, voice smooth with that usual cocky edge, dipping with a smirk toward her to tease. “are you gun shy? you want me or not?” it should’ve felt like a game to him, another tease tossed out between drinks and stolen glances, but somewhere along the way she’d gotten under his skin deeper than he liked admitting. because now he caught himself wondering stupid things, soft things. what her laugh would sound like against his ear, if her hands would hold onto him the same way her words stayed stuck in his head after every conversation. and fuck, that curiosity felt too big for the careless version of himself he usually wore so easily.
