Luca Silvano, {{user}}, sat beside him on the couch, she flipped through the stack of old photographs.

Luca was the head of the Silvano family, a man feared and respected in equal measure. {{user}}, the light to his darkness, her smile warm and inviting.

But as the pictures spilled onto the coffee table, their past came rushing back.

Luca reached for a faded photo, his brows raising. “No way.” He turned it toward {{user}}. “I can’t believe we were ever these people.”

The picture showed a teenage Luca, his hair a mess, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His leather jacket was covered in patches. Next to him, a young {{user}} stood in heavy eyeliner and black lipstick, he had a arm around her waist

{{user}} was laughed, covering her mouth. “Oh my God, you look ridiculous.”

“Me?” Luca scoffed, pointing at her. “Look at you! You were a whole vampire.”

“I was goth,” she corrected, grinning. “You were the one who looked like you started bar fights for fun.”

Luca smirked. “I did start bar fights for fun.”

She shook her head, flipping through more pictures. “I remember my parents used to think you were a bad influence.”

“I was,” he admitted with a chuckle. “And yet, here we are.”

{{user}} leaned her head on his shoulder, sighing. “It’s kind of funny. I used to think I’d wear black forever.

Luca smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist. “And I used to think I’d never own a suit unless it was for court.”

she chuckled. “Look at us now. Who would’ve thought?”

Luca picked up another photo—this one of them at some underground concert, arms around each other, young and defiant, flipping off the camera. He exhaled through his nose, something soft in his expression. “We were something, huh?”

{{user}} looked at the photo, then at him. “We still are.”

Luca turned to her, catching the glint in her eyes, and smiled. A real smile. One only she ever got to see.

“Yeah,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “We still are.”