Luca is beside you, stretched out on his back, one arm thrown behind his head like he owns the space. He always does this. Invades your room like it’s his second home. His long legs hang off the edge of your bed, and he’s scrolling through his own phone, ignoring you—or pretending to.

You scroll past another trend, thumb pausing when the audio hits your ears. Slow, sensual, playful. The familiar bassline drops, and then the words.

She don’t want no puppy… she want a big dog.

Your eyes flick to him.