Something different I Severus/Lucius/Y/N

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As I peacefully slept in Lucius's arms, Severus's restlessness was palpable. Despite the comforting embrace of sleep, Severus remained awake, his mind grappling with the complex emotions swirling within him.

Whispering softly to Lucius, Severus expressed his conflicted feelings. "I think it's best if I leave you two alone," he murmured, his voice barely audible in the quiet of the room. "I sense... something towards her. I can't risk getting hurt again."

Lucius, reluctant to see Severus go, tried to persuade him otherwise. "Stay," he urged softly, his voice tinged with a hint of longing. "We could all use the company."But Severus, ever mindful of his own vulnerabilities, shook his head with a sigh. "I can't," he replied, his tone resigned yet tinged with a touch of sadness. "I've been down this road before, Lucius. I can't bear to go through it again."

Their whispered conversation continued, punctuated by the rhythmic rise and fall of my sleeping form. Severus's words carried a weight of history and shared pain, while Lucius's responses were a mixture of understanding and regret. They spoke of past trials and tribulations, of moments lost and bridges burned, and of the fragile peace they had managed to forge between them, if only for the present.

In the end, Severus rose from his place beside us, his departure a bittersweet reminder of the complexities of their intertwined past. As he left the room, his gaze lingered on Lucius for a moment, a silent acknowledgement passing between them—a recognition of the tangled web of emotions that bound them together, even as they moved in separate directions.

Left alone with me, Lucius held me closer, his touch gentle and protective. As the room settled into the quiet rhythm of the night, Lucius remained awake, transfixed by the peaceful expression on my face as I slept soundly on his chest. He gently ran his fingers through my hair, each stroke filled with affection and a growing sense of connection that he hadn't anticipated. The warmth of my presence, the light laughter that had filled our earlier conversations, and the shared smiles had awakened something profound within him—a sense of peace and contentment that had been elusive for years.

His gaze, full of tender reflections, drifted to the wedding ring on his finger—a symbol of a union that had long since lost its warmth and had become a mere formality due to his wife's betrayal. The thoughts of finalizing a divorce, which had been lingering in the back of his mind, now surged to the forefront with a clarity that was both liberating and daunting. The quiet moments with me reinforced his resolve to move forward into a life that might offer genuine happiness and authenticity, a stark contrast to the pretence his marriage had become.

As he contemplated his future, Lucius couldn't help but acknowledge the depth of the connection he felt with me. It was unlike anything he had experienced before—a mix of intellectual compatibility and a heartfelt bond that seemed to grow stronger with each shared moment. The joy in my laughter, the sincerity of my smiles, they reached parts of him that he thought had long been dormant.

His thoughts, swirling with emotions and decisions, coalesced into a silent confession as he looked down at me, my head resting comfortably against his chest. "I think I'm falling in love with you, sweet girl," he whispered into the stillness of the room, his voice barely audible, a confession meant more for himself than for me in my slumber.

Gently, he caressed my cheek, his touch light as if to preserve the peaceful scene. Lucius's heart felt heavy yet hopeful, embarking on a path that was filled with uncertainty but driven by a newfound sense of purpose and affection.