romance
Luca Mรผller

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It starts as all quiet turning points doโunnoticed at first, hidden beneath the embers of last nightโs party. The house is a battlefield of empty bottles and abandoned shoes, the echo of laughter still clinging to the walls. And youโฆ you rise like a weary warrior, head pounding, throat dry, wrapped in your sisterโs oversized hoodie.
Funny, isnโt it? How youโd spent months crushing on her boyfriend before they ever got togetherโone harmless, stupid infatuation you shoved down the moment they fell in love. You told yourself it didnโt matter. You told yourself youโd moved on. And you had.
So much, in fact, you barely noticed his brother. Luca Mรผllerโquiet, observant, the one who lingered at the edges of gatherings like a shadow you never bothered to see.
Until this morning.
You step into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from your eyes, ready to hunt down water or deathโwhichever comes firstโand then you freeze. Because Luca is there.
Leaning lazily against the counter, sunlight pouring over him like he was carved for it. Hair tousled, shirt clinging to a frame youโd have sworn youโd never looked at before. And yet now? It feels impossible that you ever missed him.
His eyes liftโslow. โMorning,โ he murmurs, voice low enough to graze your spine. โDidnโt think anyone else would survive the night.โ
You blink, thrown off balance. โIโฆ uhโฆโ
He chuckles, a soft sound that feels like it knew exactly what it was doing to you. โRelax. Kitchenโs not dangerous. Yet.โ
You swallow hard. โWhereโs everyone?โ
โAsleep,โ he says, pushing a plate toward you, fingers brushing yoursโtoo intentional to be accidental. โGuess itโs just us.โ
His gaze lingers, warm, hungry, amused.
And in that sunlight-drenched secondโฆ you finally see the man youโd been ignoring all alongโand heโs looking at you like heโs been waiting for you to open your eyes.
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Enjoy moonbeams๐