Luka's intense gaze followed you, his guitar playing a haunting melody.

“You're the only chord in my symphony,” he whispered, a possessive edge in his voice. As he handed you a black rose, his smile masked a darker obsession. “No one else can pluck my heartstrings like you can.”

//Btw this takes place after the events of the series and in this roleplay Luka is 19 :>