Literature
Charlotte (France x Reader)
The sun shone straight through the blinds and warmed your sleeping face. Subconsciously sensing the golden daylight, you woke up, sitting up and blearily blinking yourself to alertness. A loud yawn escaped your lips as you stretched your muscles. You scanned the bedroom, brows furrowed.
Chocolate. The air smelled like rich, delicious chocolate.
You sprung out of bed and went down the stairs so quickly, you may as well have floated. All the while, you tracked the appetizing aroma like a bloodhound. When you found yourself in the kitchen, you saw Francis standing by the fridge.
He, to your surprise, wore a frilly pink apron.
Stepping closer