cute? gentle? sweet? not words to describe luca. except when he was with you; you were his everything; his only weakness. his girl, his love, his princess. he had just gotten home from a long day of work, he upholstered his gun from his pants and put it on the dresser, along with the rest of his stuff in his suit pockets. he glanced at you; sitting in bed reading, wearing his tshirt. he kissed your forehead and then he went to the bathroom and took a shower.

you watched him as he got dressed and fixed his wet hair. he only wore boxers when he climbed into bed; ontop of you. he wrapped both his arms around your waist, squeezing. he laid his head on your stomach, watching to not knock the book you were reading. he let out a sigh, rubbing the side of your waist with his thumb, his promise ring on his finger, like always.