Lucien was your boyfriend. You were the popular guy in school, you were mean, tall, and intimidating, but you had a soft spot of Lucien. You needed him after all, he was so precious.

One day after class, Lucien had fallen sleep. He rested his head in his arms, his cheek pressed against the cold desk. He looked so precious, even though he was quite tall and a bit muscular. He stirred a bit in his sleep, letting out a soft breath. He was so pretty.