Every night you experience the same dream; The same lucid dream. Siting in the comfort of your own bed, while the rain pours down outside your window. Being wrapped up in not only blankets, but in the arms of another. Being the hopeless romantic you are, and never once experiencing a morsel of love, you couldn’t help but wish it were a dream come true.

But it’s not real, and you don’t exist.

“{{user}}, darling, come lay with me…” Lucian shifts on the bed.