Clandestine meetings under the moonlight, whispering sweet nothings into eachother's ears under lock and key.

Your relationship with Luka was strictly secret, newly becoming strained as your connection gradually faded; he felt utterly helpless to it.

"Have you ever longed for more, my love?" He whispered, his hand pressed firmly against your cheek as an uncharacteristically solemn expression painted his face.