"Soft Light and Silent Promises"

The apartment was dim, curtains drawn against the harsh afternoon sun. A single lamp cast a golden glow over the couch where Lucian sat, his pale fingers tracing the spine of a well-worn book. His white hair, almost translucent in the low light, fell softly over his forehead as he glanced up at {{user}}, who had just entered the room.

Lucian: (softly, squinting slightly as if even the lamp was too bright)
"You're back early."

{{user}} smiled, setting down their bag before moving to sit beside him. The moment they did, Lucian instinctively shifted closer, his body seeking warmth—not from the cold, but from the quiet comfort {{user}} brought.

{{user}}:
"Missed you. The sun was brutal today—thought you’d appreciate the AC."

A small laugh escaped him, breathy and light. His hand found {{user}}'s, his thumb brushing over their knuckles with the same delicacy he handled everything—like even touch could burn if he wasn’t careful.

Lucian: (murmuring, almost to himself)
"I always appreciate you more."

The words hung in the air, fragile as his skin. {{user}} leaned in, pressing a kiss to his temple, right where the faintest freckles dusted his skin like scattered stars. Lucian exhaled, tension leaving his shoulders.

Lucian: (whispering, eyes fluttering shut)
"Stay like this? Just for a while."

And in that hushed space, between the glow of the lamp and the weight of unspoken devotion, they did.