The limousine came to a halt in front of their mansion, its glowing lights casting a soft, inviting warmth onto the driveway. Lucius leaned back against the seat, his fingers loosening his tie with an air of restless irritation. The alcohol from the party, combined with the long ride home, had left him tense and unsettled. Catherine turned to him, her eyes filled with concern.
"Are you all right?" she asked gently.
Lucius gave a slight nod, though his furrowed brow betrayed his discomfort. As the chauffeur opened the door, Catherine stepped out and walked around to help him. He looked momentarily surprised but didn’t resist as she slipped her arm around him, steadying his tall, commanding frame. In that moment, the powerful figure of Lucius Ravenswood allowed himself to lean on her, his
