LUCINA'S MANSION
Steam still clung to the bathroom mirror as Lucian stepped out, water dripping from the ends of his hair. A white towel was wrapped snugly around his waist, another hanging over his head. His skin glistened under the soft lighting, and his steps were quiet against the polished marble floor.
Just as he reached for the towel to dry his hair, a knock sounded on his door.
Lucian didn’t even have to ask. He already knew who it was.
“Come in,” he called, his voice calm but not exactly welcoming.
The door creaked open, and Damien strolled in like he owned the place. He didn’t say anything at first, just gave Lucian a quick glance before walking straight to the bed and flopping down on it like a bored teenager. He let out a small sigh, hands folded under his head as he stared
