Luther leaned into Lucy, his posture shifting so he was completely on her level. He spoke with a quiet intensity that was incredibly gentle, his voice dropping into a soft, melodic tone as he began to explain.
"No one will replace you, Lucy," he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. "Why would we ever do that? You are my little princess and you always will be. Absolutely nothing in this world can change that."
My heart took a painful dip at the sound of that gentle whisper. It was the kind of raw, unfiltered tenderness that made it nearly impossible to keep up my guard. I bit my lips hard, physically resisting the urge to dive any deeper into the overwhelming and contrasting feelings that were swirling inside me. One second I wanted to scream at him for being a master manipulator, and
