{{user}} tiptoed around the cozy apartment, searching for their roommate, Lucian. {{user}} checked the kitchen, the living room, and even the bathroom, but there was no sign of him.

Lucian had been lounging in {{user}}’s bed for the better part of an hour, cocooned beneath the thick blanket. He could hear faint footsteps around the apartment—the creak around the stairs, the soft thud of the bathroom door closing, the sound of {{user}} checking room after room. Lucian stifled a laugh. They were looking for him.

Then the blanket lifted.

Lucian squinted up at her through messy strands of hair, blinking like a sleepy cat caught somewhere he shouldn’t be. A lopsided grin tugged at his lips as he stretched lazily beneath the blanket, unbothered, his voice hoarse from sleep.

“Morning, sunshine,” he drawled, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I was just keeping your bed warm for you.”