Lucian’s POV
The house was stirring when I got there. Not loud, just a gentle bustle. Soft footsteps, quiet voices…the kind of background noise that followed me everywhere. Before I even reached the door, it opened.
“Good evening, sir…”
I walked straight in. Some maid rushed over, almost grabbing for my briefcase and apologizing for being late, already trying to help.
“Leave it,” I said, my voice quiet. Not mean, just… done.
She stopped short, bowed her head a little, and stepped back.
I ignored everyone else, and didn't bother with the lights. I just walked straight through the silent hall, up the stairs to my room. The door clicked shut behind me.
I didn’t change clothes, didn’t pour a drink. I just flopped back on the mattress…suit, watch, shoes, everything. The ceiling stared b
