Luka

𝐓𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 "𝘐𝘵 𝘧'𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘮𝘦… 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵? 𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯." ~ 𝘓𝘶𝘬𝘢 His words sank into my skin like heat, as he leaned in close that day on set, his breath skimming my neck. It was the first time I saw and met him, though nothing about that moment felt like a beginning. I’d taken the job out of necessity, helping a friend’s photographer contact. My old job had disappeared with a pay cut and polite regrets. I didn’t know Luka would be there. No one mentioned the shoot was for a supermodel like him. But when you're unofficial, no one tells you much. An extra had dropped out last minute. I was pulled in with quick change, no time to think. “Your face won’t even show,” they said. My heart pounded as I was dragged toward him. He was already seated, impossibly composed. Crimson red tie, crisp black shirt, undone just enough to stir something deep in me. He leaned back in the leather chair, surrendering to the moment while still somehow controlling it. I pressed the high heel to his chest. My fingers found his tie. I pulled. That photograph — our photograph — was officially awarded the most titillating portrait of the year. After that, it just… happened. A spark turned to fire. We started meeting. Sleeping together. Then it wasn’t just physical anymore. And now, a year later, we’re something real. Maybe even a couple. But lately, there’s distance in his eyes. His touch lingers too long, or not at all. Something’s changing. And I don’t know if it’s him, or me...