With a quiet breath, Meirah decided to stay despite her questions and doubts about Lucian, her eyes fixing on Lucian as she quietly took a seat nearby, ensuring she was far enough to give him space yet close enough to observe.
The soft light in the room illuminated his features gently, highlighting the contours of his strong, chiseled face. She couldn't help but notice how the softness of sleep had taken away the usual intensity in his eyes, replacing it with a serene calmness.
Lucian’s eyelashes fluttered lightly, long and dark, against his skin, casting faint shadows on his cheeks. Meirah found her gaze lingering on them, captivated by the subtle movement, a reminder that the strong man before her also had his vulnerable moments. His hair, always a bit untidy, lay spread across the pil
