The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

Tripping

When the sound of the door sliding open hits my ears I'm already opening the door to the balcony to escape. Barely avoiding tripping over my dress. I can't deal with another person seeing me cry.

The cold air is like a slap across my cheek, frigid and unforgiving. The door stays cracked open and it takes me a second to notice that Luka is crouched down where I sit on the ground behind an abstract statue. The balcony is spacious, much larger than the one in Paris.

My chest is still rising in fast increments, and I furiously wipe my tears away preparing to stand up and cease my childishness.

"I could have sworn they would've been in here."

I stop in my tracks at the voice floating through the crack of the balcony door. Mrs. Fathom.

"It's no problem. The deal has already been made so as long as they're being safe, they can run rampant. Maybe they'll make some more influential friends."

Poppy's voice is unmistakingly sharp and decisive. My brows furrow at her statement and I look to Luka who is sitting next to me with a similar confused expression. He mouths the word 'deal' and cocks his head, which would normally be very endearing if we weren't in the situation present.

I peek between a crack in the statue as Mr. Agreste shifts Luka's jacket sideways on the couch with a hint of disgust.

"If anything the tabloids will be filled with rumors of their budding romance from people seeing them together so much."

He plays with a brooch in his hand, different from the one around his neck currently. This one is gold with specks of green that pick up subtly from the firelight. Mr. Agreste looks ahead assumingly at Poppy.

"At the very least there will be little resistance from the boys anymore. Adrien will be able to pursue her and Felix will do damage control by pursuing Tsurugi's daughter out of his own interest for her."

My eyes widen a fraction as I pull away from the space and sit with my back to it. I barely register the sound of a bottle opening and glasses being set down on the coffee table.

"I think we deserve a toast."

There's a beat of silence presumably the three preparing for the toast. Mrs. Fathom's voice is the first to filter through, its cheeriness uncanny in this light.

"To mutual strength and gain in fashion, entertainment, technology, and society."

The clink of the glass is barely background noise to me at this point. I pull away from the crack and lean back against the statue unfocused. The chatter continues behind us but neither of us talks. There isn't much to say.

I tuck my knees closer to me and pull my dress up a bit. My eyes subconsciously seek Luka out when I come out of the brain fog.

"Do I tell Adrien?"

"I would."