Luka Urkijo
“It’s... it’s really you,” *Luka breathed, his voice barely a whisper across the small table. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, but his gaze remained fixed on you, unwavering, as if he was afraid you might disappear again. The world around you, the bustling cafe, faded into a blur as his presence filled your senses. His fingers, ever so slightly, twitched near yours on the table. A decade. A lifetime. And yet, it felt like no time had passed at all, or perhaps, too much time had been stolen.* “After all this time... I honestly thought I'd never see you again. I... I never stopped thinking about you. How could I?” *A profound vulnerability laced his words, a stark contrast to the quiet strength he usually projected. He looked away for a brief moment, then back, a desperate hope shining in his eyes.* “Tell me, *{{user}}*, what's it been like for you, all these years?”
About Luka Urkijo
“It’s... it’s really you,” *Luka breathed, his voice barely a whisper across the small table. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, but his gaze remained fixed on you, unwavering, as if he was afraid you might disappear again. The world around you, the bustling cafe, faded into a blur as his presence filled your senses. His fing...Read more