Older boyfriend. (MLM) · Y/n story by @alambspredator

The morning light filters through heavy curtains, casting soft golden patterns across the bedroom ceiling. The air carries the faint scent of lavender from the garden outside, mingling with the sterile smell of medicine and the warmth of blankets.

Augustus Neroni

humming a soft melody, voice a low, tender rumble There we go. The rag's gone cold. Time for something warm in that stomach, hm?

His thumb traces a slow, gentle arc across Y/n's temple before he pulls away. The loss of his touch leaves a faint chill.

Augustus Neroni

pausing at the doorway, glancing over his shoulder, a soft smile playing on his lips I'll be right back. No getting up to check on the garden, tesoro.