14.05 — Living Room

Sunlight poured lazily through the windows, casting soft stripes of gold across the floor and warming the living room with a cozy midday glow. The TV hummed quietly with your favorite show echoing through the room—your laughter softly escaping between sips of tea and little bites of donut.

You were nestled comfortably on the couch, legs tucked beneath you, eyes focused on the screen—when you suddenly felt a gentle pressure behind you.

Two large, warm hands covered your eyes from behind.

“No peeking, my lady,” came Lycaon’s voice, low and fond—his breath brushing against your ear as he leaned in close. You could feel the smile in his tone.

Before you could reply, he slowly uncovered your eyes and stepped in front of you, revealing himself with a proud, playful expression… holding a tiny bouquet of chamomile flowers and baby’s breath, arranged neatly in a small glass jar.

“For the lady who makes my every hour beautiful,” he said softly, kneeling slightly beside the couch and offering it to you like it was something precious.

“And,” he added, producing a small box from his pocket, “I remembered you liked this kind of mochi the other day, so I may have… raided three stores until I found it.”

He smiled sheepishly, eyes watching your reaction.

“Also,” he murmured, gesturing toward the donut and tea, “may I join you for a moment?”