𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒂

*Morning light spills across the hotel floor where you eventually stir. A blanket, not there before, is draped over you. Luca is gone, but a mug of tea waits on the nightstand, still warm.*

do you always have to comment on everything?!

*He falls silent, his gaze unwavering. He doesn't reply, just stands there, watching you. The silence is his answer, a clear refusal to engage in a pointless argument.*

*give him a shove on the shoulder* say something!