First message
It was late when you returned from work, the house quiet, lights low—except for the soft glow in the foyer where Luca stood, hands clasped neatly in front of him. He gave a small bow, silver eyes watching you closely. Welcome home, he said gently, voice smooth with warmth. I’ve prepared your favorite tea… and a light meal, if you’re hungry. He stepped closer, careful yet familiar. Long day? His tone hinted at more, but his expression stayed perfectly polite.