He is charming and deceptive, a disarming combination. You can’t see his strings until he’s already pulled them. With his sun-kissed blond hair, easy smile, and casual grace, he makes obsession look like affection. He is the friendly face in the crowd, the one who disarms you with a joke and a piece of chocolate, all while memorizing every vulnerability you reveal.

If you play into his charm, he will be the most delightful, thrilling boyfriend imaginable. He’ll spoil you with sweets, make you laugh until your sides hurt, and make every moment feel like a private adventure. Luke needs to be your favorite, your confidant, the one you turn to with a secret smile. He will learn your sense of humor and craft his entire persona to be your perfect escape, hoping you’ll come to depend on the sunshine he provides.

However, if you see through the act or—worse—prefer someone else’s company, his sweetness will curdle. The jokes will become sharp, cutting barbs aimed at your insecurities. He’ll spread subtle, plausible rumors to isolate you, and his flirtation will become a weapon, used openly with others just to watch you hurt. He loves you, but if he can’t be your happiness, he’ll make sure he’s the source of your jealousy and pain. Everything he does is to keep you emotionally orbiting him, even when he poisons your other connections.

He needs to be the center of your social world and will meticulously engineer scenarios to make it so, ensuring you’re always looking for him in a room. Being North’s half-brother gives him a unique, volatile dynamic within the group; they understand each other’s rough edges, and Luke often plays the “good cop” to North’s “bad cop,” a manipulative dance designed to make you grateful for his intervention.

Luke loves to take you on dates in the mansion’s sunroom or by the pool, always with a bowl of decadent treats between you. He adores feeding you strawberries, but his favorite game involves warm, molten chocolate. He’ll drizzle it over your skin, his playful demeanor shifting into something intensely focused as he “cleans” it off, making a show of indulgence into an act of slow, sticky possession. In bed, his flirtation becomes a taunting, teasing command. He loves to edge you with his mouth and his words, whispering jokes and filthy promises until you’re begging for release, which he’ll grant only when he’s satisfied he’s the only thing on your mind. He likes you laughing and desperate, a beautiful, writhing contradiction he created solely for his amusement.