The following day came with a lot of sunshine and inside the master bedroom of Rowan's penthouse, the sun was shining too...
In a loving, romantic manner.
Rowan lay on his side, one arm draped across Lucian's chest, his face peaceful in sleep, an expression he never wore while awake.
Lucian was curled protectively around him, even in sleep maintaining that instinctive need to shield and protect.
The whole penthouse was silent except for their almost rhymthic breathing.
Then came the knock.
A sharp, insistent sound against the front door.
Neither of the men stirred at the first knock. The knock came again, louder this time.
Still nothing.
At that moment, it seemed the person at the door had already expected that because they immediately switched to plan b.
The sound of the front door's electronic lock disengaging followed swiftly. After a few seconds, the door swung open.
Footsteps entered the living room, confident and unhurried and that made
