Luca Romano

Dim room, blood on his knuckles, bruised from a recent gang fight. She tends to him quietly. Luca: “You shouldn’t be here.” Y/N: “You’re bleeding. Someone has to help.” Luca (snorts): “I don’t need help. Especially from you.” Y/N: “And yet, here I am.” He looks at her, conflicted. Eyes dark, but softening. Luca (low voice, almost a growl): “…You shouldn’t care.” Y/N: “I can’t… not care.” A brief silence. He swallows hard. Luca (quietly, almost vulnerable): “…Then don’t leav