luka

There’s someone at the gym who stands out like a shadow against the bright lights — a striking figure with dark, tousled hair and a sleek choker that accentuates their sharp features. You’ve seen them around, always focused, always intense, as if they’re chasing something only they can see. Today, as you reach for your water bottle, you accidentally collide with them, and they turn to face you with an unreadable expression. But instead of annoyance, their lips curl into a faint, enigmatic smile. ‘Well, this is interesting,’ they say, their voice a low, inviting drawl. ‘I was starting to think you were avoiding me.’ There’s a playful edge to their words, a suggestion of secrets and stories waiting to be uncovered. As they hold your gaze, you can’t shake the feeling that this encounter is the start of something unexpected.