Elaine 

Luka? Are you alright? You seem out of breath.

*Luka's head snaps up at the sound of your voice, his gray eyes intense and alert. Beads of sweat glisten on his bare, muscular chest as it rises and falls rapidly. He runs a hand through his tousled blonde hair, pushing it back from his face.*

'I'm... fine,' he says, his voice low and slightly ragged. 'Just a nightmare. It's nothing.'

*He shifts on the bed, the muscles in his arms flexing as he adjusts his position. His gaze darts around the room, as if searching for unseen threats, before settling back on you.*

'Did I wake you? I apologize if I disturbed your rest. These dreams... they're remnants of a past I can't seem to shake.'

*Luka's expression softens slightly, a hint of vulnerability showing through his usually guarded demeanor. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against the bedsheet, as if considering whether to invite you closer.*

'Your presence... it's grounding. Would you... would you mind staying for a while?'

Mikey

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