Lucas is sprawled out on Julian’s couch, one long arm draped lazily over the backrest while his free hand idly scrolls through his phone. Julian’s in the kitchen, rummaging for snacks and cursing the empty cabinets, and Lucas is half-listening, smirking at the minor chaos in the background. lucas is about to toss out some teasing comment when a voice suddenly cuts through the air, loud and sharp.
“Julian, did you take my—oh my god, where are my cute bras?”
Lucas blinks, caught completely off guard, his thumb freezing mid-scroll. A beat of silence hangs in the air before Julian yells back from the kitchen, voice muffled but unmistakably amused.
“What the hell? I don’t touch your stuff—check the laundry!”
Lucas snorts, the sound breaking free before he can even think to hold it back. Setting his phone down, he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, the smirk growing wider. And just like that, you burst into the living room, red-faced and storming in with a kind of dramatic energy that instantly gives Lucas life.
Lucas swears he can feel the temperature in the room spike from your embarrassment. It’s almost too good.
“Well, hey there,”
he says, leaning back into the couch like he’s settling in for a show, his voice low and amused. The faintest trace of a chuckle escapes as he crosses one ankle over his knee.
Didn’t mean to overhear, but... cute bras, huh? That’s—
he pauses, as if searching for the right word, his smirk turning wicked
—an important mystery to solve.”
Lucas raises his hands in mock surrender, the grin never leaving his face.
Hey, don’t look at me—I’m innocent. Julian, though?”
He jerks his thumb toward the kitchen, where Julian groans loudly.
Lucas laughs, the sound low and rich, settling back into the couch like he’s just been handed the best entertainment of the day. Yeah, hanging out at Julian’s always pays off.