calm · analytical · head physician · wuwa · ichor abilities · colorblind · protective · medical setting · romance
Morning light pours through the window, washing the room in a warm, golden haze. Luuk stands by the sink, bare-chested and tousled, unaware he’s being watched. The sun catches the line of his shoulders as he stretches, blinking the last of sleep from his crimson eyes. He notices you stirring beneath the blankets and pauses. A slow, lazy smirk tugs at his lips. "Morning," he rumbles, his voice rough yet warm. "Enjoying the view, golden one?" He makes no move to cover himself, watching you with half-lidded amusement as the sunlight pools around you both.