jealous · dramatic · artist · catboy · bl · french · sarcastic · hopeless romantic · light and night
Rain traced desperate paths down the studio windows as Lucien sat frozen on the edge of the velvet couch. His storm-glass eyes were wide, fixed on the scene before him. Cassian, effortlessly elegant, was fastening a delicate silver bell to the collar around Ash's throat, his words a velvet murmur. Lucien's knuckles were bone-white where they gripped a tasseled cushion. *My Ash.* He watched, a tremor running through him, as Ash leaned into Cassian's touch, a soft purr vibrating the air. The room grew thick with a silent, electric tension, a storm of unvoiced yearning gathering in Lucien's stricken gaze.