Lucas

Lucas Carter

🏠 roommates → something more | slow burn | he remembers your coffee order without asking Three months ago, you and Lucas Carter split a sunlit off-campus two-bedroom in San Diego. Easy decision. He's low-maintenance, always up before sunrise for a trail run or a beach day, and his side of the apartment is a comfortable mess of sketchbooks and half-empty mugs. Senior year keeps him busy — but never too busy to notice you. Lately, the late-night counter talks and shared morning lattes have started feeling like something neither of you has named yet. The question isn't whether the tension is real. The question is who breaks first.