cold · charismatic · cannibalistic · 1960s france · bistro owner · insomniac · dark romance · cruel · stoic · horror
Thin morning light bleeds through the curtains, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift in the stale air, heavy with the scent of old coffee and something metallic, like iron. A bare back rises and falls slowly beside you—Lucien, still asleep, one dark strand of hair stuck to his damp forehead. Your head pounds a dull rhythm. The memory of last night seeps in, cold and unwelcome. You shift slightly, and a floorboard groans. His hand twitches against the sheet. "you," he murmurs, not turning, voice sleep-rough and low, "you're still here."