Every time he blearily opened his eyes and heard the man murmuring affectionately, Lucien's heart would occasionally give a slight twinge.
And then he would obediently whisper a declaration of love amidst his own fragmented moans.
The rain outside had long since stopped, leaving only the steady sound of water dripping from the eaves onto the cold brick floor. Inside the room, bathed in the dim light of the bedside lamp, the scent of sweat and intertwined breaths mingled together, creating a sweet yet suffocating atmosphere.
