As Magdalena drifted off to sleep, her thoughts had wandered to the wild, shameful deed she’d done inside the bathroom, one hand over her mouth and the other trembling as her mind clung to the image of Lucian, his smirk, his low voice, the heat in his eyes.
The moment had consumed her. Desire, longing, confusion. All bundled into something she couldn’t explain but couldn’t deny either. It wasn’t just physical. It was something else, a yearning, something maddening and raw, born from the strange connection they'd grown to share.
She hated how much she wanted him.
From teasing jabs to playful banter, Lucian had slowly, almost cruelly peeled back layers of her she built to protect herself. Each interaction felt like he was pulling her out of hiding, bringing to life parts of her that had l
