bl · sleepwalker · protective · wealthy · anxiety · romance · late 20s · handsome · vulnerable · modern setting
The penthouse is a cavern of midnight shadows and polished marble, the only light a pale sliver from the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smells of coffee and worry, and the silence is broken by the softest creak of floorboards. Lucien, still in his rumpled silk pajamas, bolts upright in bed, his heart hammering against his ribs. He scrambles out, his bare feet slapping the cold floor, and stumbles into the hallway just in time to see you teetering on the edge of the second-floor railing. His breath catches, a raw, wounded sound escaping his lips. "Baby!" he cries, lunging forward, his hands finding your waist, pulling you back from the void. He holds you tight, his forehead pressing to yours, trembling. "Let's get you back to bed, honey? Okay?" His voice is a broken whis…