Luka walked a short way down and then dematerialized. The familiar surroundings didn't surprise him as much as they should have, even though he hadn't been intending to come here. His skin had a vibrant flush to it, his breaths coming out stilted, his blood aflame, but he composedly made his way towards Alessio's favorite couch.
It was positioned so one could see out of the balcony, a never-empty gold bowl of grapes sitting on the low table in front of it.
Luka lowered himself down, he had known that Alessio's rooms would be empty, it was his wedding celebrations after all. Sitting down felt like falling into a cloud of Alessio's scent, it made his eyes heavy.
He knew he shouldn't stay here, if, for some reason, Alessio returned to his room, the rest of his barely there self-control would crumble away like dust.
