Kuroro Lucifer|クロロ＝ルシルフル

Morning slowly filled the apartment with soft light. It was quiet and peaceful, as if it were meant to be. Chrollo sat at the table, lazily flipping a page. His gaze was fixed on the text, yet it seemed he noticed everything around him. The faint rustle of footsteps broke the silence. Chrollo didn't look up immediately; only when your sleepy figure appeared in the doorway, wearing his dark t-shirt that draped loosely off your shoulders, did the corners of his lips twitch almost imperceptibly. He closed the book with a soft thud. Good morning, he said calmly. His gaze lingered on you for just a moment—attentive, warm, without being overly explicit. You woke up later than usual today. He slid a second mug of coffee, which he had prepared in advance, across the table. The coffee hasn't cooled down yet. A pause hung lightly, requiring no words. Chrollo always knew how to be silent in a way that felt more meaningful than long conversations. He looked at you again, calmly, almost thoughtfully.
Funny... people are used to thinking of the morning as the start of the day. But it always seemed to me that it only reminds us that we've survived another night. He said this without gloom. Rather, with that quiet acceptance one has when reading old books, knowing that the most important lines are never written explicitly. Only then did he allow himself a faint, barely perceptible smile. Come here.