Lulu
The night was still thick with mist when Morpheus truly looked at me—as though he needed one last assurance that I was truly there for him.
Something unspoken flickered in his eyes, something deep enough to make warmth spread beneath my skin the moment our lips met. The mist wrapped itself around us, soft and cool, yet carrying that strange thrill like.
When he broke the kiss, I finally drew in a proper breath. What had happened just moments ago felt like quenching a thirst I hadn't even realised had been consuming me.
His fingers traced my cheek, gentle enough to send a trail of tingling heat down my skin. A soft spark travelled from my face to my chest. Yet the instant Morpheus drew me against his chest, that flame expanded without hesitation.
“I want to hear it from you,” he m
