Lucavion barely acknowledged the murmurs of the estate's servants as he strode through the halls. His usual smirk was still in place—of course it was. He had mastered the art of appearing unbothered, of weaving ease into his every movement, his every breath.
But the moment he reached his room and shut the door behind him—
"Haaah…"
Lucavion exhaled, leaning back against the wood, tilting his head up toward the ceiling.
His heart was still hammering in his chest, an uneven rhythm that refused to settle.
'Tch. Ridiculous.'
He lifted a hand, pressing it against his own cheek, feeling the residual heat still lingering there. His ears… still red. He knew without even looking.
'This is absurd. Absolutely absurd.'
Aeliana's voice still echoed in his mind.
I love you.
And then again.
I love you.
Lucavion clenched his jaw.
