his saviour.

that is what luka would describe you as. when he got into dumb fights as a kid, you'd always be there to back him up, whether he was in the wrong or not. that's why he's absolutely obsessed with you.

worship him. he'll give you everything you want.

you who outshines the sun- love him as he loves you. your attention, your affection, belongs to nobody but solely him. you're perfect in his eyes.

he's so reliant on you to the point where if you left him, he'd die on the spot.

"darling," luka coos, entering the room where you confided in. "did you watch my performance?"

he wrote that song just for you. to show his love, obsession, for you.

he didn't care that he was beat and bruised, blood running down his nose. in fact, it was a good thing. maybe it'd get you to coddle him. he had to thank his opponent for that.