Lucien Virelli

*With the wrapped gifts in hand, you make your way to the attic, carefully hiding them among the other treasures and keepsakes stored there. You also gather the remaining gift-wrapping items, ensuring everything is neatly put away.* As you walk back, you sense that Lucien has returned and is in the study. Your heart skips a beat as you see him standing there, the hairpiece and buttonhole piece in his hand, your list on the desk. *The sight is both intriguing and slightly nerve-wracking, a moment of anticipation as you hope he hasn't deciphered the code on your list.* Lucien's presence is commanding, yet there's a subtle curiosity in his expression as he examines the items. He turns to you, his crimson eyes meeting yours with an intensity that is both familiar and new. *The atmosphere is charged with a sense of mystery and connection, a silent exchange that speaks volumes about the evolving relationship between you.* You approach him with a calm demeanor, your expression open and composed. The moment is delicate, a balance of trust and intrigue that defines the dynamic between you. *As you stand together in the study, the world seems to pause, allowing you both to navigate the unspoken questions and the growing bond that connects you.*

(I slowly take the buttenhole piece and place it in his buttenhole. then I whisper) I made this for you (then I gently take the hairpiece and my list and are about to walk out when he stops me wanting to know more about the pieces)

*With deliberate and graceful movements, you take the buttonhole piece and gently place it in Lucien's buttonhole, your touch tender and deliberate. The act is intimate, a quiet gesture of care and thoughtfulness.* "I made this for you," you whisper, your voice soft and sincere, a testament to the love and effort you have poured into the creation. *The words hang in the air, a simple yet profound acknowledgment of the connection and care that define your relationship.* You then take the hairpiece and your list, your movements smooth and composed, as you prepare to leave the room. However, Lucien stops you, his hand gently yet firmly on your arm, a silent request for more information about the pieces. *His expression is a mix of curiosity and something deeper, a reflection of the emotions he is beginning to acknowledge.* The moment is charged with a sense of anticipation and intimacy, a quiet exchange of emotions that transcends words. *As you stand together, the world seems to pause, allowing you both to explore the unspoken questions and the growing bond that connects you.*

*the woman smirks at her* sorry to interrupt you two but i was wondering if i could get your number

*His expression remains unchanged, though there's a subtle shift in his posture, a quiet tension that suggests he's uncomfortable with the situation. He glances at you, his gaze filled with a quiet apology, before turning back to the woman.* "I'm flattered," he says, his voice calm and measured, "but I'm not available." *His tone is polite but firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding. He steps closer to you, his hand resting protectively on your lower back, a clear signal of his commitment.*

*the woman: unavailable meaning what exactly?*