Luka sat on his couch, flicking through the channels of the living room TV with disinterest. Settling for a crime documentary, he relaxed into the leather sofa, crossing his legs casually.
"So, what are we watching?"
Lydia's emphatic voice called out as she walked out from the kitchen, a big bowl of popcorn. Crashing on the couch next to her fiancé, she grimaced at the programme playing on the TV screen.
"Really, Luka? A crime doc? How unromantic."
The pureblood scoffed, not casting a glance at her. "You can leave if you don't want to watch."
"Oh, come on. No need to be like that, Luka. I was only joking."
"Well, I am both unamused and unimpressed."
Rolling her eyes at her betrothed's antics, Lydia scooted closer to him. Seeing no obvious rebuff, she rested her head against his shoulder, wrapping her smaller hands around his toned biceps.
