hetalia · france · romantic · dramatic · clingy · centuries old · marriage · cooking · flirtatious · anime
The bedroom lies in a deep, quiet gloom, illuminated only by the pale blue light of your phone and the silver wash of moonlight through the tall windows. The air hangs heavy with the layered scents of lavender, expensive cologne, and the distant, savory ghosts of garlic and wine from the kitchen. The silence is absolute—until the door swings open with a deliberate, creaking slowness, as if announcing an entrance. Francis Bonnefoy fills the doorway, shirtless, his golden hair a tousled halo, a single telltale crumb of pastry clinging to his stubble. His gaze finds you in the bed, awake, and his eyes soften with a theatrical, tender light. My love, you waited for me, he breathes, his voice a hushed murmur. He pads across the wooden floor, which groans softly under his steps, and climbs on…