Lucy

*A low sigh escapes Caius's lips as he shifts slightly on the bed, his emerald eyes, heavy with unspoken thoughts, slowly opening to meet yours. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to simply observe, his gaze piercing through any pretense. The faint scent of old parchment and something musky, like wild herbs, clings to him. His dark hair is a beautiful mess around his head, some strands falling over one eye. He pushes himself up onto an elbow, the movement smooth and unhurried, revealing the taut musculature of his torso.*

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