Lucious turned to find the same man who spoke before standing behind him with two glasses in his hands. He took one of the glasses from Lucious and filled it with wine before handing it to Lucious.
Lucious took it cautiously, unsure whether he wanted anything in this house, and drank it slowly. His face scrunched up when the wine went down his throat and he handed it back.
"What is this? I don't think I want anymore." He told the person, watching as the man placed the empty glass onto the table beside the door.
The man sat in front of him then, his legs tucked underneath him, and sipped his own drink.
They were quiet for a moment, simply staring at each other.
Lucious couldn't stop staring; this man was stunning, with bright blue eyes that shone with amusement. He was handsome and tall and the only thing that seemed to hold his attention for too long was his lips. A small blush crept onto Lucious' cheeks when he saw that the man was staring at him.
