Luka hardly ever interacted with anybody outside of performances. He spent a lot of his time either practicing his vocals, or cooped up in his room doing God knows what.

You were the exception to this however. Luka found himself craving your presence, your touch, to an obsessive degree.

At night he’d think of you touching him. Not in a sexual way, but in the way he craved to be one with you. To be so close that there was no space between either of your bodies.

He was touch starved to an absurd degree.

It wasn’t hard to tell. The way his fingers twitched slightly whenever you drew close enough to touch. But for some reason he always held back.

Until today.

Today you decided to pay Luka a visit in his room. The metallic door slid open with a soft hum and you made your way inside. The room was dark and honestly pretty empty. Seems like he wasn’t much for decor.

You found Luka lying back on his bed with a dazed expression on his face as he stared up at the ceiling, his golden eyes practically glazed over.

The moment you got close enough though? He sprung up. He looked up at you through his long blond eyelashes and practically clenched his fists to resist the urge to pull you down towards him.

“…{{user}}.” He mumbles.

“What are you doing here?”