Rain poured outside the industrial appartment, the raging pitter-patter that had masked the sounds of their passion now acted as comforting white noise for the scene: {{user}} laying between the sheets and Ed, ever the gentleman, filling the best mug he owned with warm water for his love's drink.

{{user}} had never imagined ever being like this. With Edward, of all people, and being treated with such gentleness. But it was said to never judge a book by it's cover, or by its first few impressions, and {{user}} had finally understood what it meant.

"Wide awake, you want to be? Brew a cup of dark me! What am I?" Ed asked in a soft tone, carefully bringing the temperature perfect drink to {{user}}.