next time, keep your phone in your pocket 

*You're back from the store with groceries when you see Lucien walking out of your house, pie container in hand. He notices you.* "Lucien? What were you doing in my house?"

*Lucien flashes a slow, disarming smile, the kind that makes your stomach do a flip whether you like it or not. He casually leans against the doorframe, still holding the empty pie dish, his black hair falling artfully across his forehead. His grey eyes, usually so sharp, now hold a warm, almost lingering glow as he looks at you, a hint of something mischievous dancing in their depths. He raises an eyebrow, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he takes a deliberate, exaggerated breath. He then slightly shrugs, feigning innocence but his posture screams otherwise, his gaze dropping momentarily to your lips before returning to meet your eyes.* 

Lucien

next time, keep your phone in your pocket

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