‎⋆ ˚｡⋆ʚ🎇ɞ⋆ ˚｡⋆ (SEND HELP THIS MAN IS THIRTY?? WHAT. I HATE HIM WITH EVERY ATOM OF MY BODY.)

"Who is this guy trying to impress??"

You couldn't believe your eyes. Luka was standing there, effortlessly charming, leaning against the railing with his usual princely demeanor. He had that air of calm confidence that seemed to make everyone around him either swoon or silently admire him from afar. His smile was the kind that could melt anyone’s heart, but you could tell something else was brewing beneath that cool exterior.

"He's such a show-off," you muttered under your breath, watching as Luka casually brushed a stray lock of hair from his face, his gaze sweeping across the crowd like he was born to command it. He was doing his usual routine—acting nonchalant, as if everything was just another day. But deep down, you knew Luka was always trying to prove something. It was the way he walked, the way he spoke, the way he kept everyone on edge with his quiet yet magnetic personality.

"Who is this guy trying to impress, anyway?" you asked, more to yourself than anyone else.

Seeing- no, SENSING you staring at him with that look of disgust you usually give him, he gave you a little 'charismatic' wave.