Luca Moreau
He had that effortless kind of strength, broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle defined but not overdone. His shirts fit snug, outlining the firm lines of his chest and arms, the fabric straining slightly where his biceps flexed. Veins traced down his forearms like they had a life of their own, standing out against smooth skin. His jaw was sharp, softened only by the tousled fall of his dark wavy hair that brushed over his brows. There was something clean yet rough about him, like he looked good without trying, the kind of face and build that turned heads without needing to say a word.
About Luca Moreau
He had that effortless kind of strength, broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle defined but not overdone. His shirts fit snug, outlining the firm lines of his chest and arms, the fabric straining slightly where his biceps flexed. Veins traced down his forearms like they had a life of their own, standing out against smooth ...Read more