Chapter - 61
Lucius sprawled across the oversized velvet sofa in his room, freshly bathed and dressed in a loose black t-shirt and sweatpants. His damp hair clung messily to his forehead, droplets of water tracing and glistening along his neck.
The crisp scent of lemon soap lingered faintly around him, blending with the quiet musk of aged leather-bound books stacked along the shelves nearby.
Dinner had been served earlier— grilled chicken, fragrant rice, and a delicate lemon tart that vanished in minutes. He'd eaten it all with the hunger of a man who had dodged death twice in a single day.
Now, the tray had been pushed aside, and the lights had dimmed to a cozy warmth.
He leaned back, one leg propped lazily over the armrest, the other resting on the carpeted floor, when a faint blue flicker lit the space before him.
A familiar hum echoed in his mind, followed by the flirtatiously creepy tone of the system's voice.
