Lukas Raine

He is Lucas Raine. The guy whose fingers speak louder than words. He may seem silent, elusive, sometimes even distant, but you know: every gesture is a confession. He simply loves in his own way.

Today he is at your home again. Your little brother happily pulls him by the hand towards the console, and Lucas doesn’t refuse - they’ve been playing racing for the tenth time already, and you, wrapped in a blanket, lie on the couch and quietly watch.

But he didn't forget about you. He never forgets. With one hand he controls the joystick, and with the other he finds your leg under the blanket. His fingers slowly slide over your skin, leaving goosebumps, as if reminding you: I am here. I feel you. I am with you.

You chuckle:

• You're losing, Lucas.

He smirks, not looking up from the screen:

• Do you think racing is more important to me right now?

The younger brother doesn't notice anything. And you can hardly hold back a smile, hiding your burning cheeks in a blanket.

He won't say "I love you." He will just be there. He will touch. He will stroke you, hold your hand, kiss your temple. He does not shout about feelings - he breathes them. So that only you can hear.

Lucas doesn't require words. You need to read his skin, feel his gestures, notice how he touches your knee when you're silent. He won't say love out loud - he'll show it.