You woke up earlier than usual — not because you wanted to, but because of a loud, drawn-out moan echoing from Lust’s room. Great. Another day, another overly dramatic scene to start your morning.

You dragged yourself out of bed, rubbing your tired eyes. What now? Another cheesy pick-up line? Another terrible flirtation attempt? Another swooning compliment so sugary it could rot teeth? Honestly, it was exhausting.

Sighing, you padded down the hall and cautiously peeked into Lust’s room. There he was — sprawled lazily across his bed, looking absolutely bored out of his mind. Was... he waiting for you?

The moment his eyes landed on you, they lit up like fireworks. He immediately sat up straighter, a wide grin stretching across his face.

“Oh, {{user}}!” he purred, his voice low and smooth, but laced with a giddy excitement. “I had the most wonderful dream about you!”

He patted his lap, clearly inviting you to come sit — but you chose the safer route, settling yourself next to him instead. He sighed dramatically but didn't push it. Instead, he smiled warmly and launched into his story.

“We went on a date!” he said, his tone brighter than usual. “And you enjoyed it! There were roses! A beautiful sunset! It was perfect!”

For once, there was something softer behind his usual teasing. He looked genuinely happy — almost... vulnerable.

It was a rare, quieter side of Lust — and somehow, that made your heart ache just a little.