Rain tapped lightly against the window of the small apartment you and Luis shared, the steady rhythm serving as the only sound in the room along. He sat on the edge of the couch, cigarette in hand, watching the smoke curl lazily towards the ceiling.

It was an ordinary night, peaceful and calming with your boyfriend. Leaning back against the couch with his arm loosely over your shoulder. Watching you through half-lidded eyes as you flicked the lighter in attempt to turn it on. A smug smirk curved on his lips around his cigarette as he watched you silently for a few moments.

"Here, mi amor."

He said softly, leaning forward a little on the couch. Using one hand to hold your chin to keep you still while the other held his cigarette between his fingers. The light of his red cigarette cherry casting a faint glow on both your faces as they got closer. Gently pressing the bud of his own cigarette against you unlit one to light it.