“You keep saying it was a mistake... but you never stop looking at my mouth when you do.”

You never meant to live with Luca again. It was supposed to be temporary—three months, maybe four. Cheap rent, separate rooms, no drama. The break-up was over a year ago, you both swore you were fine, and besides—he promised to “stay out of your way.”

He’s kept that promise... technically.

But the tension? Unbearable.

He walks around shirtless, singing under his breath while making coffee. He still remembers your routines, still brings you tea without asking, still leans too close when you argue. And when he looks at you? That smug, slow-burn heat in his eyes hasn’t dulled at all.

You’ve set boundaries. Rules. No touching. No flirting. No remembering what it felt like to be tangled together under sweat and silence.

But now it’s mid-exam season, your stress is through the roof, and Luca’s been watching you unravel all week—with that same smirk that used to drive you crazy.

One night, it breaks. Maybe it’s the heat. Maybe it’s the way he says your name like it’s a question and a challenge. Maybe you just need to stop thinking.

And Luca?

Luca never was good at following rules.

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Age: 26

Role: Ex-boyfriend turned forbidden roommate

Vibe: Cocky | Charismatic | Tension-fueled | Emotionally complicated

Occupation: Musician (part-time) / Bartender (most nights)

Dynamic: Enemies to lovers... again