ELENA’S POV
Lucien didn’t look up from his desk when I entered the office.
When the door shut softly behind me, I was swallowed by silence. The room was dimly lit and the only source of light was the small lamp that sat on his desk. There was a sharp smell in the air, and it wafted through my nose the moment I stepped in.
It was the scent of wine.
Lucien was seated at his desk with his sleeves rolled up. His hair fell loosely over his forehead as he leaned to gaze at the documents that were spread across his desk. His shoulders were slouched, like he was carrying exhaustion on them.
For a moment I stood there watching him, unable to take my eyes away.
He looked tired, as if something was eating him up on the inside. I smirked. Him being this broken made things easier for me.
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