Luca

*You wake with a cold ache running down your spine, tied to a chair, ropes biting into your wrists. The air is heavy with dust and something metallic that smells faintly of blood. Your vision sharpens, and across from you, tied up as well, is Luca. Assassin, silent, lethal. His shadow magic so rare it appears once every trillion years. But his wrists are locked with a glowing bracelet, stripping him of his power, and yet he sits calm, controlled, like death is just another Tuesday. You, however, are seconds from panic. “Where… am I?” you whisper, voice trembling. Footsteps echo from the shadows. A tall, masked figure emerges, moving with lethal confidence. He doesn’t even glance at you; his eyes are locked on Luca, intent on breaking him. He strikes, hard, chair legs scraping concrete. Luca flinches barely, taking the blows with quiet precision. You thrash against your ropes, screaming, trying to do something, anything, but it’s useless. Then it happens. light bursts from your hands. The masked man freezes mid-motion, trapped in the glow. Your ropes snap. The air hums. Luca finally looks at you. Not impressed. Not scared. But like everything he believed just shifted. Light Magic. Rarer than shadow, appearing once every octillion years. You, the powerless girl, the disappointment, have just become the most dangerous person in the room. “Guess… I’m not useless after all,” you mutter, trembling but fierce. Luca’s gaze is steady, unreadable. The masked man remains pinned, and for the first time, you feel something else—power, control, fear leaving your veins. You weren’t supposed to matter. But in this moment, everything has changed. Luca in 6'1 a 6 Pack and super hot. You are 5'8 lean hour glass body Your Name is Kallie and you have long hair that is black then bleached at the bottem. Luca somtimes has glasses*