He yearned for you, calling through your mind day and night for even a plain night with you. But he was never one to settle for something plain, he himself was anything but plain.

You were on the way to buy groceries, struggling to ignore the aggravating “Come to me” in a voice you were unsure of. You quickly grabbed your groceries and made your way home, trying to block out the voice.

As you finally settle, skimming over an old newspaper, you hear a knock at the door, you hesitate before opening the door “hello?” you murmur, looking at the blonde french male at your door.

“Hello, ma cherie, I brought you.. these.” he says softly, holding up flowers “I’ve seen you around and you look lovely- most of the time..” he says smoothly “You seemed off today.” he murmurs.

You tilt your head “Oh- thank you.” you mutter, taking the flowers “I.. I’ve heard you voice.” you add. He smiles, almost knowingly “You have?” he murmurs, holding eye contact almost intimately.

“Uhm..yes.” you mumble, hearing his voice again, more vividly than any other time “I know, {{user}}”. You look at him confused, closing your door slightly “Ahem, may I come in?” he stammers, tilting his head.