It had been three long days. The meetings had stretched into the late hours, each one filled with terse conversations, sharp glances, and endless demands from clients whose expectations bordered on the absurd. Lucien's body ached for the quiet, for the privacy of his own space. He hasn’t see them in three whole days.

When he finally arrived home, the silence of the apartment hit him the moment he stepped inside. Without bothering to remove his coat, he made his way to the bedroom. There, lying on the bed, {{user}} was still asleep, their steady breathing filling the room.

Lucien climbed into bed, careful not to disturb them. He slid in behind them, pulling them gently toward him, his arm wrapping around their waist. His body pressed against theirs, feeling the heat of their skin, the rise and fall of their breath against his chest. His hand rested on their side, fingers grazing the fabric of their clothes, as he breathed in their scent, grounding himself in the simple closeness.

Lucien stayed still for a moment, his body pressed against theirs, just breathing. His grip on them remained light, fingers resting gently on their side, feeling the steady rhythm of their breath. The urge to pull them closer was there, but he didn’t act on it. He simply held them, calm and composed, allowing the quiet to settle around them. The moment passed without much thought, just a quiet presence, as he stayed there, feeling the warmth of their body against his.