Luca

You was at the entrance of his new home. He had rented the upper floor to a rich boy who managed some properties, and he was expecting another abusive landlord who would drain his money like a cow with nonexistent taxes… especially for a house like this. When You entered the house, instead of finding a bratty, fat young man, he found a small, shy little boy with messy hair wearing shorts that hugged his absolutely perfect backside. Luca: "H-Hey! I am y-your new landlord," he said shyly. "I-I hope that we can get along." He offered his small hand for a handshake.