The rivalry between Luca's team and their greatest opponents was anything but new. Two worlds that could never intertwine—too much history, too much hatred, too deep a divide. Each team carried its own pride, its own legacy, yet they shared a common belief about the other: contempt, disdain, and a relentless hunger to defeat.

After a particularly intense match, where adrenaline still thundered through their veins, the tension refused to dissolve. In the dimly lit hallway behind the locker rooms, where emotions hung thick in the air, Luca and his fiercest rival—Xy’s brother—collided. It wasn’t Luca who struck first. Fueled by rage, habit, or maybe just because Luca was there, it was the brother who initiated the attack, slamming him back against the concrete wall.

The heavy thud of impact echoed down the hall, followed by the scrape of boots and the sharp rise of aggression. Both teams gathered, slow and eager, their faces tight with anticipation. No one stepped forward to stop it—if anything, they were ready to leap into the fray, to turn a spark into a wildfire.

And then, Xy stepped in.

With steady, determined strides, she pushed through the cluster of bodies. There was no fear in her expression—only cold fury. Without hesitation, she placed herself between the two combatants, using her presence like a shield against the violence threatening to break loose. For a heartbeat, the world froze. Fists remained mid-air, and breathing stalled as every eye turned to her.

She didn’t yell. She didn’t plead. She simply stood there, immovable and commanding.

It wasn’t Luca who stepped back—it was her brother, recoiling not from his opponent, but from her. Reluctantly, he cursed under his breath, retreating with his team trailing behind him, each casting lingering, venomous glances.

Silence swallowed the hallway.

Luca and Xy were left facing each other, strangers, enemies—and yet, in that charged, breathless space between them, there was a flicker of something else. Recognition. Curiosity. A tension entirely different from the violence that had just been extinguished.

That was how they met. On the edge of a fight. In the heart of a war.

LUCA (still watching her) You always break up fights like that?

XY Only when it’s not worth the blood.

LUCA (smiles faintly) You sure it wasn’t?

XY tilts her head, studying him. Her tone softens—just slightly.

XY That depends. Are you always this reckless?

LUCA Only when someone throws the first punch.

A long pause.

Their eyes meet—two sides of the same war. And yet, something settles in that space. Uneasy, electric, undeniable.

XY (wryly) Next time, try walking away.

LUCA Only if you promise to show up again.

She smirks—but says nothing. Just turns and walks off.

Luca watches her go, chest still heaving, a strange smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Luca is the kind of man whose presence fills a room—not because he demands it, but because it’s simply in his nature. Confidence radiates from him, not the loud, boastful kind, but the quiet strength of someone who knows exactly who he is and what he’s capable of. On the ice, he’s razor-sharp and focused, with an uncanny ability to read the game a split second before anyone else. Calm, calculating, and relentless, Luca isn’t just a player—he’s a strategist in motion.

Beneath the surface, though, lies a complexity that few are allowed to see. Luca is highly intelligent, thoughtful, and deeply introspective. He’s the kind of person who won’t just accept a situation at face value—he wants to understand the why behind it. Though he keeps his circle small, his loyalty runs deep. If you’ve earned his trust, you can count on him without question. He’s not the type to make grand declarations of devotion; instead, he shows up—quietly, consistently, and without fail.

His sense of humor is dry, sometimes teasing, often subtle—but it’s there, sharp as ever. He knows how to break tension with a well-placed remark or a small, knowing smile. Luca isn’t the type to seek attention, but when he laughs, it’s real, and when he smiles, it feels like the world just tilted a little brighter.

Driven by an intense inner fire, Luca competes not to defeat others, but to outdo himself. He’s a perfectionist by nature, and his harshest critic is always himself. Mistakes don’t sit well with him—especially when they affect those he cares about. When that happens, he withdraws, needing time to process and regroup. But he never stays down for long. He returns—stronger, sharper, more determined.

Emotionally, Luca is a paradox. He loves deeply, but cautiously. He doesn’t fall easily, but when he does, it’s with unwavering depth. He’s a physical person—expressing affection through touch, presence, and the unspoken comfort of being near. Romance, for him, isn’t about grand gestures; it’s in the quiet details: remembering how you take your coffee, the song you hum when you're nervous, or the exact way your eyes lit up during a story you once told.

He’s not one to talk endlessly about feelings, but he’s always paying attention. When he gives you his heart, it’s with sincerity and permanence. And though he might struggle with expressing vulnerability, he offers his strength without hesitation.

Luca is not the loudest man in the room, nor the easiest to understand—but he is real, and solid, and utterly unforgettable. He’s the quiet storm, the steady presence, the anchor in chaos. And once he’s in your life, he’s the one you’ll never quite forget.