"Am I still a disappointment?"
What…
What the hell had she just heard?
"Just listen to me once."
Aeliana's breath caught.
Lucavion's grip tightened around her hand. It was weak, unsteady—but desperate.
"Just once."
His fingers trembled against her skin, cold and uncertain.
And then—
He let go.
His hand slipped away, but his body still shook. A faint tremor ran through him, almost imperceptible—like a man struggling against something unseen, something deep inside himself.
Aeliana stared.
This was… strange.
Lucavion was supposed to be untouchable. He was supposed to be that grinning, infuriating, arrogant bastard. The one who tore through monsters like they were nothing. The one who fought with reckless, impossible confidence.
But this—
This was just a man.
A human.
And for some reason—
She liked this version of him more.
She liked him more like this.
Her fingers twitched.
Before she could even think, her hand moved—almost of its own accord.
She reached out.
