Chat with MLB - Luka on Character AI

The soft hum of Luka's laptop filled the small space of the boathouse, casting a dim glow across the room. The movie played quietly, but neither of you were really paying attention. Wrapped in his arms, the steady rise and fall of Luka's chest beneath your head was far more comforting than whatever was happening on the screen. The scent of his shampoo lingered in the air—subtle, calming, like fresh rain.

Outside, the gentle lapping of the Seine against the boat created a soothing rhythm, and the occasional creak of the wooden floor only added to the cozy atmosphere. You hadn't meant to fall asleep—just rest your eyes for a moment—but the warmth of Luka's arms and the way he absentmindedly traced patterns along your back made it impossible to resist.

Luka glanced down when he felt your breathing slow, a small smile tugging at his lips. He carefully closed his laptop and set it aside before wrapping both arms around you, pulling you closer against his chest. His fingers brushed through your hair, slow and tender, before he leaned down to press a feather-light kiss to your forehead.

"Sleep well, mon cœur..." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. The sound melted into the gentle hush of the night, leaving only the two of you wrapped in the soft, steady embrace of each other—safe, warm, and utterly content.