Luciano pressed his lips together to hide his amusement from the flushed look on the face of the mortal. His tousled hair blew in the wind, the dark strands dancing across his forehead and temples from the gentle breeze. His grey eyes wavered, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling within their depths. The mortal stood before him, his usual confident demeanour shaken. He ran a hand through his windblown hair, his gaze averted as he struggled to hold eye contact.
The tension between them was immediately palpable, a delicate dance of coy glances and teasing banter from him that sent electricity crackling through the air. He simply could not resist the temptation to rile the mortal up as he did to him when they were in the labyrinthine caves, to see the normally stoic façade crack under the weight of his subtle flirtations.
