Later that night, Lucian sat in the lounge with his glass of wine resting on the table beside him. The lights were dim, the soft hum of the city below filling the quiet space. His phone was in his hand, but he wasn’t really looking at it. He scrolled through it, aimlessly, not even reading what was on the screen. His mind was far away, and the wine had long since lost its taste.
When he finally glanced at the time, he blinked. It’s late already, he thought, setting the phone down. He leaned back with a small sigh. The night had slipped by without him noticing.
Lucian stood up, straightened his shirt, and ran a hand through his hair. He guessed Damien had fallen asleep by now. He decided to head home, but before leaving, he thought he’d check in and let Damien know.
He walked quietly thr
