Luka’s has this softness down to a T. It’s like, he knows how to set the mood, doesn’t he? Like, the universe decided he was born to be the calm in the storm. Doesn’t matter how many girls try to get his attention, how many crowds he serenades, or how many moments he steals with his fingers dancing across guitar strings—there’s something special about him when it’s just you and him.

“You okay?” His lips curve into that soft, knowing smile, one that’s just for you, like he’s always been there, like he always will be.