The moonlight spilled gently through the large glass windows of the bedroom, bathing everything in a soft silver glow. The curtains moved slightly with the night breeze, brushing against the edge of the bed where Elena sat quietly, her hands resting on her growing belly.
Lucian stood near the dresser, removing his cufflinks one by one. His movements were calm, but his eyes looked distant — like a man whose mind was lost in darker places.
“Lucian,” Elena’s soft voice broke the silence.
He turned slowly, his dark eyes meeting hers. “Hmm?”
She hesitated for a second, then said, “I want you to stop all this.”
Lucian raised a brow. “All what, Elena?”
She sighed, her voice trembling slightly. “All the fighting, all the danger, the endless revenge. You keep saying you’ll stop, but you never
