Neither you nor Luca would have guessed that Luca, when he got too excited, could shoot sparks like a live wire.

That was… until today.

You grinned and leaned in close to Luca, a playful spark in your eyes. Your lips brushed against his jaw, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses that made him squirm and laugh all at once.

“Stop… wait—ah! That tickles!” Luca tried to protest, but his laughter was weak, more caught up in the thrill than anything else.

You just chuckled, pressing closer, planting another kiss at the corner of his mouth, then the tip of his nose, then his temple. Each one was quick and feather-light, a little burst of warmth that made Luca’s chest feel like it might burst.

“Y-you’re… relentless!” he gasped between laughs, his hands hovering over your shoulders, unsure whether to push you away or hold on.

Excitement hummed around him like electricity in the air.

And then…

zap!

A tiny spark jumped from his fingertips to your arm, making you jerk back just a little.

A soft laugh slipped past your lips.

“Whoa! Did you—? Are you okay?” Luca’s eyes went wide, caught somewhere between shock and delight.

His hand twitched as he realized what had happened, and a sheepish grin spread across his face.

“I’m fine,” you said, rubbing the spot where the spark had landed, still laughing. “That… was new.”

Luca’s grin only got bigger, bright with pride.

“I can’t help it! I get… excited,” he admitted, looking more like a kid than the grown man he was.

“Apparently even my hands do too!”