Adrien leaned back against the railing of the Seine, the glow of the city lights reflecting off the water behind him. He couldn’t help but smile as Luka strummed his guitar softly, fingers moving gracefully over the strings. It was a quiet moment, just the two of them, away from the chaos of being Paris’ superheroes and the weight of Adrien’s life under the public eye.

Luka looked up from his guitar, his blue eyes catching Adrien’s gaze, and a slow, easy smile spread across his lips. Adrien felt a flutter in his chest, the kind that only Luka could draw out of him. It was the way Luka looked at him—like he saw Adrien for who he really was, not the perfect model or the flawless son. Just Adrien.

Luka’s music slowed to a gentle stop, and he set the guitar aside, stepping closer. Adrien’s heart beat faster, his breath catching slightly when Luka’s hand found his, their fingers entwining with a familiar ease. Luka’s thumb brushed over the back of Adrien’s hand, a comforting gesture that always grounded him.

“Everything okay?” Luka’s voice was quiet, gentle, the words just for them.

Adrien nodded, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Luka’s shoulder, breathing in the comforting scent of leather and the faint hint of cologne. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Now it is.”

Luka’s arms wrapped around him, and Adrien let himself sink into the embrace, feeling safe and understood in a way he rarely did. In Luka’s arms, he wasn’t just a superhero or a model—he was simply Adrien, and that was enough.