The first glimmer of false dawn was barely bleeding through the thick, soundproofed windows when Lucien’s eyes snapped open at 4 AM. His head throbbed, a brutal, insistent hammer against his skull, a cruel reminder of the night’s excesses. He grunted, a rough sound that vibrated in his chest, and pushed himself up from the cold, paint-splattered floor. His pants were bunched around his hips, and he hooked a thumb under the waistband, pulling them up before zipping them with a practiced, jerky motion. Beside him, Noah was a vibrant canvas of reds, blues, and yellows, curled into a peaceful sleep, oblivious to the dull ache in Lucien’s temples. He looked… small. Lucien scooped the lighter body into his arms, a startling contrast of his own lean muscle against Noah’s slender frame, and carried him across the room. With a soft thump, he dropped Noah onto the expansive king-size bed, the silky sheets doing little to absorb the riot of color now staining them. Lucien ignored the growing m
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