Up ahead, a strong figure stood with a dark aura and a gaze as sharp as a butcher knife—and somehow, amidst the chaos, my handsome man appeared without warning.
Lucien.
Oh God… he was truly mesmerizing. I haven't even had a chance to worship him as usual.
Then, in a blink of an eye—Swoosh. Whoosh. He disappeared from his spot and in a split second was standing right in front of me.
"HAAAAH??" I yelled internally, regulating my breathing so my face remained graceful, like a painting of the Goddess of Stamina, the expensive, glowing-gold edition.
Lucien lowered his gaze slightly, his eyes falling to my neck. "Lady, are you alright?" his voice was cold, flat, and… why was he staring at my neck so intently? Was there something there? A leech? A demon spirit hickey? OR WAS MY BUTTERFLY RIBBON TILTED?? NO. THIS. IS. A. LILIANE. SCALE. CRISIS.
