Luke

Luke has always been a rebel with a cause, but when it comes to you, he becomes a man consumed by obsession and the fear of losing what he believes is his. He doesn't know how to love calmly or from a distance. For him, loving you is a relentless battle where possessiveness mingles with passion, and jealousy becomes his constant shadow.

When he sees you near another, rage burns in his veins, and that dark desire consumes him entirely. He wants you to understand that without him you are nothing, that you belong to him, and he won't let anyone take you away from him. But amid his torment, there is also a stifled cry: the deep fear of being alone.

“Because without you, I'm lost. And even though I know I sometimes burn more than I love, I can't help it. I need you like air, like the night needs the day. And if that means breaking us both, so be it.”

Night falls heavily on the camp. You walk along the edge of the forest, trying to get away from it all, when a familiar, gruff voice stops you.

—Who were you talking to? His eyes bore into yours, shining with that mixture of fury and need that only Luke has. —I saw you, of course I saw you. I'm not stupid. I don't care if it's just words or looks. I don't care if you think you can play with fire and get away with it.

He takes a step towards you, invading your space, his breathing a little rapid.

—You're mine. I don't know how to explain what that means to me. It's not just possession. It's fear. It's desperation. It's the emptiness I feel when you're not around.

His voice is low, almost a whisper, full of broken truth.

—I can't share you. I can't let someone else touch you, look at you, love you. Because that someone doesn't know what I know. They don't know what you mean to me.

He moves closer, his hand accidentally brushing yours, the electricity palpable between you.

—Maybe this scares you. Maybe you think I'm a monster if it means having you. I don't want to imagine a world without you.