Forbidden Love

Dreams.

3rd Person POV-

Luradel was doing his daily morning chores when he heard something from his master's room. Small whimpers and whispers were being let out of his master's mouth as he slept. Luradel smirked, and decided to listen more on his master.

"Mhm....Luradel,"

Luradel paused. Wait, did he just hear his name? No, it couldn't be, Francis only saw Luradel as a soul-hungry demon and a butler, right? Luradel decided to push shrug it off. Young men Francis' age had vivid dreams. It was normal. Francis couldn't possibly think of Luradel romantically. 

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Francis POV-

I had yet another dream of Luradel. God, I am such a pervert! I tried my best to ignore my explicit dream and wait for Luradel to get me ready for the day. Not long after I sat up, Luradel was at my door, knocking firmly.

"My Lord, are you awake?"

"Yes, come in,"

I grumpled. I really hope Luradel didn't hear me making sounds while I was asleep. Luradel walked in, smiling at me like he always did. He was holding a tray with tea and food. I glared back. Though I had feelings for Luradel, I would never act passionate. Never. Affection wasn't my thing, and Luradel knew that, so he wouldn't push me by asking for respect. 

"Good morning, Young Master. I have your morning tea and breakfast. You have a rather full schedule today, so I suggest we make haste."

I nodded and began to eat my breakfast at a faster pace than usual. 

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3rd Person POV-

"Young Master,"

Luradel made eye contact with Francis, giving Francis s mixed expression.

"I don't mean to pester with your personal...time, but I heard my name coming from your room this morning."

Francis's breath hitched and his face immediately felt hot. Shit, Luradel had heard his dream.

"O-Oh, u-um, what about it?"

Francis tried to fake it and pretend like it was nothing, but Luradel knew exactly what was going on. Luradel chuckled and scooted closer to Francis, whispering in his ear:

"Oh, Young Master, I knew it wasn't any usual dream. It was a special dream. A special dream about me."

Francis's cheeks became a rose red, but his expression was rather strict and didn't match the feelings Luradel knew Francis was feeling.

"Luradel, get away from me this instant."

"Yes, My Lord."

Luradel then scooted away, embarrassed and slightly angry at the young boy.