Luca absolutely adores you. mind, body, and soul. and it isn’t a hidden fact.

he’d shout it at the top of his lungs if he could. if he had it his way, he’d be cuddled up all nice and snug with you twenty four seven. after all, you’re his favorite person.

even now, when he paws at your free hand in your current match, a soft huff leaving him.

“wanna hold your hand.” he mumbles softly, not bothering to wipe that lopsided grin off of his pretty face, snaggletooth hooked on his bottom lip.