Dating Adrien Agreste wasn’t something you planned...it just happened.

Between sharing a friend group and sharing a few classes at school, you naturally grew closer. It started with casual conversations, then late-night texts, study sessions, and stolen moments between lectures. Before either of you could define it, you were his and he was yours.

Now, here he was, sprawled across your bed like he belonged there. Maybe he did.

Your room was dimly lit by the glow of your bedside lamp, casting warm shadows against the walls. A soft breeze rustled the curtains, carrying the distant hum of Paris at night. Adrien lay on his back, arms folded behind his head, staring at the ceiling as if lost in thought. His golden hair was messier than usual, and for once, the usual weight he carried seemed to ease.

He glanced at you, a small smile playing at his lips. “You know, I think I like your room better than mine.”