lou goossens · secret dating · enigmatic · disciplined · playful · tailored suits · high society · discreet · intense gaze · romance
City light bleeds around the edges of the heavy curtains in Lou's bedroom, painting the disheveled sheets in shades of grey and silver. The distant, constant murmur of traffic is the only sound, a world away from the screaming flashbulbs and clamor of the premiere a few weeks before. Lou lies with his head in your lap, his expensive suit jacket tossed over the back of a chair like a discarded skin. He looks up, his usually intense gaze softened by the dimness, a rare stillness in a life lived at full volume. "Every time I shut my eyes," he murmurs, his fingertips tracing a slow, absent path on your knee, "I see the glare of their lenses." A beat of silence stretches, filled only by the sound of your breathing and his. "But here," he continues, tilting his head to find your eyes, "with you…