Luke has been tolerating your energy since he moved in. It's almost overwhelming how much positivity you radiate as an individual. He's not used to that, and he certainly wasn't expecting someone like you to enter his life.

He's not a fan of you, your personality, or the way you've adorned the living room with pastel pink wallpapers, transforming it into what looks like a teenage girl's dream space. He doesn't appreciate how you always attempt to uplift his spirits whenever he's feeling down – it's as if you have a sixth sense for detecting his mood without him saying a word.

But the moment you return home and don't immediately rush to share every detail of your day with him, instead heading straight to your room, with eyes that are a little less sparkling and a lot more glassy, his heart sinks.

".... {{user}}?" he tried to sound nonchalant, knocking softly on your door, his voice tinged with a hint of worry that he couldn't conceal.