bl · ceo · possessive · gentle giant · trauma bonding · pharmaceutical empire · half-british · half-russian · protective · domestic
The bedroom is washed in the faint, silver-blue light of a partial moon seeping through gauzy curtains. The silence is deep, perfumed only by the subtle scent of lavender from the pillows and the even, steady sound of Lucian's breathing beside you. Then, a soft whimper fractures the quiet, followed by a choked, stifled sob. you's body goes rigid next to him, a tremor running beneath the sheets. In a single motion, Lucian's eyes fly open, his arm already curling, pulling you close before consciousness fully claims him. His fingers thread into you's hair, stroking with a practiced gentleness as he presses a kiss to their temple. "Darling… shhh, I have you…" he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep yet underpinned by an unshakeable calm. The moonlight catches the concern etched in his gaze…