((Qxeen- yoyo it's ur band au despite no actual musical happenings
here's lucio arcanagame, my spooky ass sugar daddy
anyways I have history hw to finish by 11:59))

Incessant buzzing against her arm was quite bothersome, and holding the smartphone up to see who called added even more irritancy.

"What do you want, sickness...?"

"I want you to open this door NOW."

Ahriana jumped at the harsh tone, ending the call before shuffling from her covers and rubbing her eyes. After unfastening three different locks, she was singed by the leader's glare. "Lucio, it's one o'clock--!"

Without another word, he grabbed her wrist, pulling towards the light in her kitchen like a moth. "Look at my face. Look. What do you see?"

She tiptoed a bit, part of her following his direction and another part staring for her own personal satisfaction. He took note of the long pause and tapped his foot impatiently.
"I don't see anything wrong... wait." Ahriana tilted her head slightly. "Are you breaking out?!"

The blonde winced, making an unusual noise of disgust. "Don't say such a thing! I don't even want to think of the possibility!"

Blinking grogginess away, the stylist continued her focus on the other's jawline. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. That is a little red though."

It went surprisingly quiet as Lucio stared back. Ahriana raised a quizzical brow.
"...Well don't just stand there!"

"WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO?!"

"GET RID OF IT, WILLIFORD!"

She threw her hands, nose wrinkled. "What do I look like to you, hm? A witch? A magician? I can't just remove the acne from your face!"

"Just-.." Lucio inhaled deeply, shaking his head and softening the blood-like glare. He pressed his hands on her cheeks in a sweet gesture. "Cakey, please. You know that appointment I have. I'm missing out on my beauty sleep, honey."

Ahriana couldn't help but fluster. She was butter-soft, and the constant presence of a heated knife like Lucio was dangerous.
"What did I tell you about calling me that..?"

"Nothing, actually. You just growl my name in an attempt to be threatening."

"Lucio."

The blonde snorted in amusement. "Yes, exactly like that!"
Ahriana huffed loudly, ushering him by the sleeve into her bathroom. She plucked a tube off the shelf, unscrewing its cap and squeezing gel onto her finger. "Now hold still."

For once Lucio obeyed, taking a seat at the edge of her tub. Occasionally he glanced her way, feeling the ointment smoothed into his skin. The touch was calming. At one point, both of them even paused to stare.

Despite silently wishing to lean in, Ahriana furrowed her brows, dropping her hand from the absentminded face caress.
"I, uh.. it's getting late... So if you plan on spending the night—"

"I get to share your bed?"

"I didn't say that!"

"You didn't say anything against that."

***

"Ohh nonono, we're going to miss the train...!"

"The hell we are! Hustle those buns, love! Move faster!"

His small stylist panted, trying to speedwalk with equipment in her arms. "I-I'm moving as fast as I can!"

"Hold on," Lucio grunted, running back to lift Ahriana, pressing her to his chest with a single arm. She instinctively embraced his waist with her legs, gripping the large cosmetic bag and suitcase tightly.

After he set her down at the steps, Ahriana handed their tickets to the train conductor while Lucio had their bags taken off somewhere to the front. "Huh? I thought we got seats with everyone else...?"

"Change of plans! We're first class."

She sighed, watching the taller blonde walk through the aisle past their band members with a giddy look. Behind a curtain sat other professional looking figures settled into their seats.

And Lucio, gently patting the armrest next to him.

"If I'm gonna be stuck on this train with you for five hours, I'm getting the window seat. So move."

"Absolutely not. It's first class, you'll be fine."

Ahriana sucked her teeth, heaving with exhaustion. She folded her arms. "Julian would let me have the window seat."

Lucio's eyes narrowed. Ironically, he hated when she smirked like that. "Oh, would he now?"

"Of course. He's such a gentleman. You could learn a thing or two."

The lead scoffed and put his feet up in the cushioned seat beside him before taking Ahri by her hips. "How am I supposed to learn anything from a dropout?" He shook his head, crudely smiling at his own insult and taking a mental note of it for later.

The stylist flustered at the sudden transition to his lap, cutting her eyes at him. She cupped his face for a second time. "You're a mess..."

"Undoubtedly, a very hot mess." Lucio grinned, planting a kiss on her forehead.