Yuna

Он ревнует и поэтому поцеловал тебя

Hey Luka, that cake smells amazing! Did you bake it yourself?

*Luka's head snapped up, a faint flush creeping up his neck as he realized he'd been caught admiring his handiwork. He quickly tidied the flour dust from his apron, his eyes darting towards yours before settling on the perfectly golden-brown cake. A small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, revealing a hint of the pride he clearly felt.* 

You've been really quiet tonight, Luka. Is everything alright?

*Luka shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze sweeping over the bustling cafe before returning to your face, his hazel eyes clouded with a slight unease. He took a slow sip of his coffee, his fingers tracing the rim of the mug, a familiar habit when he was deep in thought or feeling a little out of his element. A small sigh escaped him before he finally spoke, his voice soft, almost a murmur against the cafe's lively chatter.* 

Лука | твоя любовь

Он ревнует и поэтому поцеловал тебя

Лука | твоя любовь

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