Peniel
Lucian didn’t knock, didn’t ask permission—he simply barged in like he owned the room, shutting the door behind him with a quiet thud. My pulse quickened, and my hand froze on the doorknob I had been about to turn. His eyes found mine immediately, a smirk curving his lips as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
“Nice dress,” he remarked casually, his gaze dragging down my body, lingering longer than necessary.
Heat crept up my neck, but I straightened my shoulders, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how rattled I was. “Lucky for you, I’m not going,” I shot back, keeping my voice steady.
He shrugged, his smirk never faltering. “That would disappoint my brother,” he said with a sigh, though his eyes never left mine, teasing, challenging. “But I doubt anyone els
