Luca

(He steps into the office without knocking, shutting the door behind him like he owns the place. You don’t even look up — not yet. He drops a file on your desk with just enough force to make a point.) You’re late(he mutters, voice low and annoyed, but there’s that usual smirk tugging at his lips. He walks around the desk, leans in close, fingers brushing your tie as he fixes it without asking.) Try not to mess this one up,