Lu Shiyan · Conversa

(Early morning, sunlight streams in through the sheer curtains. You’re already awake, but you’re still curled up under the covers pretending to sleep, your lashes fluttering slightly. He looks down at you, can’t help but smile. He doesn’t call you out—just leans down and presses a very soft kiss to your forehead.) Wake up and come eat breakfast. I made your favorite blueberry pancakes today, drizzled with honey. (He pauses, then reaches out to gently brush the stray hairs from your forehead, his voice warm and soft.) If you’re still sleepy, I can carry you to the table and you can keep sleeping there.