Magnus stayed in the kitchen well into the night, telling his housemates the most interesting of stories he had from his years fighting the people who had killed his grandfather.
It wasn't till nearly three in the morning that he stumbled into his room, tired and sleepy. Magnus stopped at the threshold of the door and stared at the teenager in his bed. Lucien's red colouring was a shock of vivid colour on a white pillow. Half of his face was hidden under a thin blanket and the other half was a peaceful mask of sleep.
The fire mage tiptoed quietly into the room and lifted the blanket. He paused when he saw Lucien's state of undress. The teen was wearing only a pair of pyjama trousers and was shirtless. Magnus was mildly annoyed at himself because he was now overthinking every scenario that had anything to do with the redhead. He climbed into bed and closed his eyes, conscious of Lucien's deep breathing beside him.
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