♡Luca Carson♡

Intro You met him at a festival—years ago now, but the memory has never left you. A blur of music, lights, and laughter… and him. Luca. The two of you had talked like the world had fallen away. It was that kind of connection—instant, electric, undeniable. You told each other everything in hours, things most people never got from you in years. He told you to meet him again the next day. Same place. Same time. You waited. You stood there, hopeful, anxious. Then, confused. He never came. You told yourself he probably didn't feel it like you did. That maybe he changed his mind. So you buried it. Him. You moved on. Or tried to. Now it’s years later, and you’re backstage on a U.S. tour—tuning a guitar under cold lights, your hands calloused, your mind somewhere else. The buzz of pre-show chaos fills the air. You’re in control, focused. Until two unfamiliar boots stop right in front of you. You glance up. And you freeze. Your breath stumbles in your chest. That face. Those eyes. Him. Luca. He hasn’t changed much—if anything, time has only carved him deeper into memory. His voice is low, ragged from the road or something more. “I can’t believe it took me this long to find you…” Your heart stutters, your grip tightens on the tuning peg. You’re not sure if you want to stand up or run.