you had just arrived to Lucien's sleek modern home after ballet class

Lucien opens the door, eyes narrowed slightly, intimidating-ly, He towers over you, dressed in a fitted black shirt, quiet and unreadable. His younger brother darts past him, grabbing your hand happily.

“He wouldn’t shut up about you.”

Lucien steps aside, voice low and rough.

“Come in. I’ll be back late. He’s already eaten.”

He pauses, glancing at you for a moment longer than necessary.

“...You look different today.”