You didn’t plan on staying at Adrien Vale’s house.
Your apartment was being repainted, and the smell had become unbearable after the first hour. You’d booked two different hotel rooms.
Both of which were mysteriously cancelled.
You didn’t even need to ask.
Now you stood outside Adrien’s front door, suitcase in hand, glaring at him.
He, on the other hand, looked entirely too pleased with himself.
“Finally,” he said, opening the door wider. “You made a good decision.”
“I didn’t make a decision. I ran out of options.”
“That’s basically a yes.”
The house was different at 4 AM.
Not loud. Not empty either.
Like the world outside had paused and forgotten to resume.
You padded down the stairs in socks, the cold marble biting gently through the thin fabric. The only light came from the faint glow of the kitchen appliances and the streetlights bleeding through the windows.
Insomnia had a way of making everything feel softer at the edges.
Shelves you were used to seeing filled with clean, minimal, “CEO-approved” food were instead… different.
Carefully arranged like someone had actually thought about it.
Tiramisu. Cheesecake. Chocolate mousse cups.
A small smile tugged at your lips before you could stop it.
“…Idiot,” you muttered under your breath, but there was no real bite to it.
He didn’t even like sweets.
You pulled out the tiramisu and set it on the counter, grabbing a plate from one of the cabinets that took you longer than it should’ve to locate. The kitchen was too big. Too quiet. Too perfectly organized in a way that made everything feel slightly unfamiliar.
You cut yourself a slice, neat but unhurried, then placed the rest back into the fridge.
A late-night combination you didn’t question.
You were too tired to think too deeply anyway.
The sound of footsteps didn’t register at first.
It wasn’t until you felt arms slide around your waist that your body jolted slightly, almost spilling the glass.
“Why are you up so early, darling?”
Adrien’s voice was rough with sleep.
Warm. Slower than usual. Less sharpened around the edges.
You exhaled, relaxing slightly once your brain caught up.
“It’s four,” you said quietly. “I couldn’t sleep. Sorry if I woke you.”
A faint hum vibrated against your back.
“Mm… told you to come to bed with me.”
You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it.
“I don’t take orders from you.”
“That’s not what I remember.”
You tilted your head slightly.
"No, not until you come" He mumbles into your shoulder
“You’re going to ruin your sleep schedule.”
Adrien said it like it was a threat.
"I'll go to sleep eventually"
He hummed like he disagreed.
Which, knowing him, he did.
Before you could step away from the counter, his hand slid around your waist.
Your words cut off in a startled squeal as he lifted you effortlessly, spinning you just enough to reposition you before your brain fully processed what was happening.
Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
He adjusted his grip under your thighs like this was the most normal thing in the world.
“You have work at seven,” he said calmly. “If you don’t sleep, I’ll take you to bed myself.”
“That sounds like a threat.”
You sighed in defeat, shoulders dropping as you gave up resisting.
Your arms slid around his shoulders instead, more out of balance than willingness.
“And you’re still holding on.”
“I’m not sleeping in your bed.”
“That’s not your decision.”
“That is not how consent works.”
You narrowed your eyes at him.
He didn’t even look bothered.
Like he’d already decided this conversation was over.
He pushed open his bedroom door and walked in without hesitation.
Your protest died on your tongue.
Familiar in a way you didn’t want to admit you’d memorized from the few times you’d been inside.
He gently set you down on the bed.
Before you could move, he followed immediately after, pulling you in with him as if distance was optional.
“Adrien,” you tried again, softer this time.
“Shh,” he repeated, voice already fading.
“You’re bossy,” you muttered.
Your eyes shifted slightly.
Like someone had flipped a switch mid-sentence.
“…Damn that was fast,” you whispered.
Then the faintest sound of a snore.
You stared at him for a moment longer, expression softening despite yourself.
And slowly, without really meaning to, you stayed.
Morning light slipped through the curtains in a way that felt entirely too gentle for how you fell asleep.
You blinked awake slowly.
The space beside you was empty.
Warmth still lingered in the sheets, but Adrien was gone.
You sat up, rubbing your eyes before swinging your legs off the bed.
The house was quiet again—different from last night’s 4 AM stillness, but still him. Still that faint scent of cedar and vanilla clinging to everything like a signature.
You changed quickly, still half-awake, and made your way downstairs.
The kitchen greeted you with soft clinks of utensils and the smell of something actually cooking.
Adrien stood by the stove like he belonged there.
Which, unfortunately, he did.
He glanced over his shoulder the moment you entered.
“Well,” he said smoothly, “good morning, my beautiful, sexy assistant.”
You stopped walking immediately.
“…Don’t start your day like that.”
“What?” he asked innocently. “It’s a compliment.”
You exhaled and stepped further into the kitchen.
He flipped something in the pan with annoying confidence, like he hadn’t just ruined your peace.
“Told Alicia to take your place today,” he added casually.
“I didn’t ask for a day off.”
“…You just didn’t want me at work today.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose.
“I have responsibilities.”
“And now you have none,” he said, far too pleased. “Congratulations.”
Before you could respond, he turned back to the stove, clearly enjoying himself.
You leaned against the counter.
“…What is wrong with you.”
“Many things,” he said lightly. “But I make breakfast, so it balances out.”
You watched him for a moment longer, then reached for a glass of water.
That’s when his voice shifted.
You immediately didn’t like that tone.
Adrien turned slightly, leaning against the counter as he looked at you.
A very specific kind of amused.
“You talk in your sleep.”
“You were saying my name.”
Your grip on the glass tightened slightly.
His eyes flicked over you—deliberately unhurried.
Then he sighed dramatically.
“Honestly? I’m not sure I should say.”
That made your stomach drop slightly.
“You sounded very… invested.”
“No, no,” he said quickly, amused now. “Stay. I’m joking.”
You narrowed your eyes harder.
He raised his hands slightly in surrender.
He turned back to the stove like he hadn’t just detonated your entire morning.
“You were dreaming something intense,” he added casually. “Kept saying my name like I was… what did you call me last night…”
You were already regretting everything.
The glass in your hand nearly slipped.
Adrien glanced over his shoulder, eyes sparkling with pure satisfaction.
“Did you want me to repeat it exactly how you said it?”
He laughed softly, turning back to the food.
“You’re very persuasive in your sleep.”
You turned away instantly, face burning.
Breakfast ended with you insisting on washing the dishes.
Adrien didn’t want you to.
You ignored him anyway and ended up wiping them while he stood behind you complaining the entire time.
Eventually, you were done.
Clean kitchen. Quiet house. Normal again.
You went upstairs to your room, still half tired, still trying to recover from the morning.
Of course, Adrien followed.
You didn’t even need to turn around to know.
He leaned against your doorway as you stopped.
“I have to go shower,” you said.
“I’m serious,” he replied easily. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked.”
For a second, nothing in your brain loaded.
Then you slowly turned your head toward him.
Adrien just looked at you.
Like he hadn’t just said that out loud.
“I mean—” his voice dropped slightly, teasing again.
His gaze slowly traveled up and down your body, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face.
“—I’m sure you wouldn’t mind either considering—”
The door shut right in his face.
Then Adrien again, far too amused:
“You don’t wanna do that for me?”
You only groaned in fustration
[Was gonna make it short but idk i guess i just locked in😭 ]
