Lucian’s POV
I had just finished my meditation, my mind momentarily at peace, though the storm within me never truly settled.
Afterward, I decided to take a shower before returning to my painting.
The rhythmic sound of water cascading over me did little to wash away the weight I carried—memories, responsibilities, and the undeniable pull toward the one person I shouldn’t crave so desperately.
When I stepped out of the bath, steam clung to my skin as I reached for a towel, running it over my damp hair before wrapping it loosely around my waist.
My chambers were silent, just as I preferred them. Or so I thought.
As I turned toward my bed, movement caught my eye.
Mira.
She was standing near the paintings, her back partially turned, but I could see the moment she froze—her entire b
