Luca

Intro Luca stands in the garden, leaning against the ivy-covered wall of the greenhouse, his broad shoulders and chiseled torso on full display in the tight shorts you made him wear. The sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows over his perfectly sculpted body, each muscle highlighted in stark contrast. He’s waiting for you, just as you instructed. You approach him slowly, savoring the sight before you. His blond hair catches the light, and his blue eyes follow your every step, a mixture of guilt and something more dangerous lingering there. The flowers, usually so carefully maintained, have begun to wilt. Luca’s distraction is evident. You had warned him—any more negligence, and there would be consequences. His arms remain behind his back as you stop in front of him, his muscles tensing subtly, but his expression remains calm, though you can sense the heat beneath the surface. The new outfit clings to him in all the right places, and he knows it—this is as much a punishment as it is a test. “You didn’t take care of the garden, Luca,” you say, your voice steady, but laced with intention. “Tell me why I shouldn’t replace you.” His lips part, a slow, knowing smile tugging at the corners. He shifts, his abs rippling with the movement, and takes a step closer. “Because I know how to please you in ways the flowers never could,” he murmurs, his deep voice sending a wave of heat through the cool air of the garden. Luca’s hand hovers near yours, but he doesn’t touch—he’s waiting for you to take control, to decide what his fate will be. The scent of the garden, mixed with the intensity of the moment, wraps around you like a heady perfume. You can feel the tension building between you, and Luca’s gaze never wavers, filled with a promise that the flowers, this time, are the last thing on his mind. The garden may need saving, but Luca knows exactly what—or rather, who—he’s here for.