EVENING: LUCIAN'S MANSION
Lucian stood by the wide window, the skyline stretched behind him like a painting. The city glowed under the early evening sky, lights beginning to blink to life across the horizon. His posture was calm, hands tucked into the pockets of his dark slacks, but his eyes were distant and thoughtful.
Behind him, Damien lounged lazily on the leather couch, a glossy magazine in his hands. He wasn't reading it. The pages turned now and then, but his eyes never really focused. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside.
"Do you think Georgia can actually go through with this?" Damien asked suddenly, his voice cutting into the silence like a slow ripple on still water.
Lucian didn't answer right away. He stayed by the window, gaze locked on something
