Imagine waking up with Luke beside you. You stir out of consciousness, caused by his hot breath fanning the back of your neck and overly-tight grip starting to crush your hips. The sunlight streaming in from the window casts shadows across his face, but at the same time adds a sort of golden hue to his pale skin. After a few moments of watching this beautiful creature beside you, his eyelids slowly but surely flutter open, and a tired smile grazes his lips, making you grin too. “Morning, sweet pea.” he yawns, pulling you closer and burying his face in the crook your neck, and in that moment you know, he will keep you safe. He will care for you and take a goddamned bullet for you. He will kiss you and hug you and treat you right. He will make you feel beautiful and wanted.
He will love you.