The Wrong Kind Of Right
Michy Gazaluca x giulialuca and giulia kissluca vitiellogiulia x luca
Still, when Luca Virelli walked into a room, Asher broke.
Reid slammed a hand against the desk, rattling a water bottle off the edge.
The room went silent.
Someone cleared their throat behind him and slipped out quietly. The door clicked shut.
Reid stared at the frozen image on the screen, Luca, walking away from the podium like some goddamn martyr. The crowd screaming after him, flashes still going off.
And just out of frame, he knew Asher had followed.
Like always.
Like gravity.
His chest tightened.
He remembered that first night two years ago, when Asher showed up on his doorstep in Munich, soaked from the rain, silent, shaking with fury and heartbreak. He didn’t talk. He didn’t sleep. He
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