Louis stirred from his slumber, blinking groggily as he rubbed his eyes. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Stretching languidly, he sat up in bed, his mind slowly clearing from the fog of sleep.
As he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and reached for his robe, something caught his eye—a glimmer of gold on the door frame. Curiosity piqued, Louis shuffled over and squinted at the unexpected sight.
There, elegantly wrapped around the door handle, was a painting—a masterpiece in shades of gold and amber. Louis's heart skipped a beat as he recognized Aureate's distinctive style. He couldn't help but smile, marveling at Denzel's talent and thoughtfulness.
Impressed and touched by the gesture, Louis decided not to disturb Denzel, who was still peacefully asleep. Instead, he quietly padded into the kitchen, his mind already planning a surprise of his own.