𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || Cillian Murphy ¹

twenty-nine (edited)

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NSFW
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The snow outside fell in slow, deliberate swirls, thickening the layer of white across the city. The world beyond the window was muffled, softened, like everything had been wrapped in cotton. But inside, the air was warm, scented with cinnamon, sugar, and the faint, lingering spice of Cillian's cologne.

Auden awoke beneath the weight of his soft gray duvet, her body cocooned in the lingering warmth of where Cillian had been beside her. She stretched lazily, the scent of breakfast pulling her from the tangle of sheets. It was sweet — vanilla, maybe a hint of nutmeg — melting into the warmth of fresh coffee that he made just for her.

She smiled, her chest filling with something light, something golden, as she threw off the covers and padded barefoot to the kitchen.

Cillian stood at the stove, shirtless, flipping pancakes with practiced ease. The muscles in his back flexed with each movement, and for a moment, she just watched him. The golden light of the morning slipped through the kitchen window, dusting his skin in a glow that made him seem almost unreal.

She slipped behind him, arms wrapping around his waist, pressing her cheek against his warm skin. "Merry Christmas," she murmured.

His lips curved into a smile. "Happy Christmas," he replied, pouring more batter onto the skillet. "Are you hungry?"
She hummed, trailing her hand down his stomach. "Maybe a little."

Cillian clicked his tongue, but before he could scold her, she slid her hand lower. His breath caught, his fingers tightening around the spatula.

"Auden—" His voice was thick, his body leaning slightly forward against the counter.

She grinned, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. "Do you want me?" she whispered, even though she already knew the answer.

The gas burner clicked off. Cillian turned abruptly, catching her off guard, and before she could react, he lifted her into his arms, tossing her effortlessly over his shoulder. She squealed, laughing as he carried her back to the bedroom.
Cillian tossed her softly on the bed, causing Auden to bounce on the mattress. She giggled as Cillian jumped on top of her, his lips coming down on hers. He tasted sugary from his morning tea, causing Auden to nip at his bottom lip. He chuckled, pulling away.

"I have something for you," he murmured.

Auden's brows furrowed as she sat up. "Right now?"

He smirked, one hand reaching for the nightstand. "Yes. Can you restrain yourself for a moment?"

She narrowed her eyes playfully as he pulled out a small, red velvet box. The sight of it made her heart stutter.
Cillian handed it to her, his smile tinged with something sheepish. "Sorry it's not wrapped."

She pushed herself into a sitting position, Cillian allowing himself to straighten with her. Auden's fingers traced the cool fabric before she carefully pried the box open. Inside, nestled in a bed of satin, was a silver chain encrusted with tiny diamonds, so delicate it seemed to shimmer with every movement.