the party for the new year had been dragging on for hours. to the point you had to excuse yourself, lock yourself in your room to calm down.

it had been a lot least an hour, but the click of your door opening makes you shuffle out of your covers.

the door closes, and you barely pry open your eyes to see Luchino, hair pulled back and eyes lidded. in his left hand, the plate of food you left downstairs.

“hey, doll. brought your food.”