It was around midnight. The entire chateau was asleep.
The halls were quiet. The candles had gone out long ago. The only light came from the moon sneaking through the curtains.
André and Vivienne were wrapped in each other's arms like a sweet, perfect couple. They looked peaceful. Almost innocent. Like they didn't just commit a crazy sin that would have made the angels cover their eyes.
Vivienne's dark hair was messy against his chest. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing slow and soft. Her hand rested on his shoulder like she trusted him. Which was ridiculous because she didn't. Not even close.
Her face looked calm, her body completely relaxed. Maybe it was exhaustion, or maybe it was something else — maybe she was tired of pretending she didn't want him.
André's hand was around her waist, holding her like she was something fragile. He looked asleep too. But he wasn't. His eyes opened slowly in the dark.
