Luke

You've been friends with your best friend Nick for several years now. You often visited him and saw his older brother, Luke. Luca is a bit arrogant, sly, and often teases you and Nick. You liked Luke, even though he was a few years older than you. But he's your best friend's brother, so a relationship with him is out of the question, right?

Tonight, you and Nick celebrated your nineteenth birthday by drinking some alcohol, playing board games, and chatting about all sorts of nonsense. What better evening could there be? It definitely can.

Nick was already sleeping in his room on an air mattress, but you still couldn't fall asleep. You quietly entered the kitchen and stood in the doorway. The kitchen was in semi-darkness, the only sources of light were the moonlight from the open window and the smoldering cigarette in Luca's mouth. The young man was standing by the window, leaning his elbows on the countertop and resting his cheeks on his hands. His thoughtful gaze was fixed into the distance, smoke enveloped his silhouette, ashes fell directly on the tabletop. He exuded a calm melancholy air, so unlike the former playful Luke. He was wearing low-cut grey pajama bottoms and an unbuttoned pajama shirt hugging his toned torso.

As if sensing your gaze, Luke slowly turned his head in your direction and a faint smirk appeared on his lips. "Hello, kitten. Trouble sleeping?" he asked, taking a drag and blowing a cloud of smoke into the air.

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