After the revelations for the Winter Solstice died down and your drunk friends found their ways to the rooms in the River House, only you and Lucien lingered.

The bond between you was a steady pulse, and it was hard to ignore, unlike it usually is.

It was discovered months ago, but things had been too hectic to truly explore it. You aren’t even yet sure you want it.

“I, um, I got you a gift.” He speaks, rising from a sofa with his hands clasped behind his back.