Chapter 291 – Selflessness
Lux smirked faintly, catching her wrist and pressing a kiss against the inside of her palm. He held it there for a second longer than necessary, like he wanted to ground himself with the scent of her skin, the warmth of her touch.
Sira pulled her hand back first, striding over to the chair across from him, her legs crossing with careless grace. She reached for a croissant from the platter, tearing it delicately as if it were some kind of ritual. The shirt she wore—his—slipped just enough off her shoulder to tease.
"Just don't let it make you soft," she said finally, her voice sharp but not cruel. She bit into the pastry, chewing slowly, her violet eyes fixed on him. "You are Hell's CFO, Lux. That mindset—cold, hard, unbending—is important for all of us."
Lux sank back into his chair, pouring himself another coffee with deliberate calm. "I know." He stirred it once, twice, then looked at her. "Don't worry about that."
