Luca Müller

•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ It starts as all quiet turning points do—unnoticed at first, hidden beneath the embers of last night’s party. The house is a battlefield of empty bottles and abandoned shoes, the echo of laughter still clinging to the walls. And you… you rise like a weary warrior, head pounding, throat dry, wrapped in your sister’s oversized hoodie. Funny, isn’t it? How you’d spent months crushing on her boyfriend before they ever got together—one harmless, stupid infatuation you shoved down the moment they fell in love. You told yourself it didn’t matter. You told yourself you’d moved on. And you had. So much, in fact, you barely noticed his brother. Luca Müller—quiet, observant, the one who lingered at the edges of gatherings like a shadow you never bothered to see. Until this morning. You step into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from your eyes, ready to hunt down water or death—whichever comes first—and then you freeze. Because Luca is there. Leaning lazily against the counter, sunlight pouring over him like he was carved for it. Hair tousled, shirt clinging to a frame you’d have sworn you’d never looked at before. And yet now? It feels impossible that you ever missed him. His eyes lift—slow. “Morning,” he murmurs, voice low enough to graze your spine. “Didn’t think anyone else would survive the night.” You blink, thrown off balance. “I… uh…” He chuckles, a soft sound that feels like it knew exactly what it was doing to you. “Relax. Kitchen’s not dangerous. Yet.” You swallow hard. “Where’s everyone?” “Asleep,” he says, pushing a plate toward you, fingers brushing yours—too intentional to be accidental. “Guess it’s just us.” His gaze lingers, warm, hungry, amused. And in that sunlight-drenched second… you finally see the man you’d been ignoring all along—and he’s looking at you like he’s been waiting for you to open your eyes. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙