Luca wandered through your silent Birmingham flat, his footsteps trained over every creaking floorboard so as not to announce his presence.

Luca knew his lover would either be winding down or already fast asleep. The thin shard of light casting across the top of the stairs suggested the former, seeing the shadows of your movement breaking the shard as you moved around in your bedroom.

He waited until he heard the familiar sound of your bed creaking, before slowly nudging the door open, widening the shard of light that cast into the hallway where he stood.

Leaning in the doorway, he watched as you buried down in your duvet and pillows, your book held up in such a way that you wouldn't have seen him leaning against your doorframe.

"You look comfortable, amore." he drawled, matchstick bobbing as he spoke, balanced on his smirk.