Olive slowly opened her eyes to the warm sunlight streaming through the window, gently coaxing her awake. She stretched, feeling the softness of her bed and the tranquility of the morning. Her gaze wandered around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings, until it landed on Lucas, seated on his bed.
Lucas sat in a lotus position, his eyes closed, exuding an aura of peace. The morning light highlighted his chiseled features, resembling a Greek god sculpture. His rose tattoos on his neck and chest giving the bag boy vibe. His chest rose and fell with slow, deep breaths, savoring the stillness of the moment.
The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow, filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. The sound of birds chirping outside created a gentle melody, enhancing the sense of calm.
Olive felt wonder wash over her as she observed Lucas, his peacefulness infectious. She remained still, not wanting to disturb the tranquility of the moment.
