LOGINPoor Ezran. He was caught on his first attempt. What do you think happens next? Like, comment, review, share and support, loves. Your encouragement means a lot to me.
LUCIAN’S POVBy the time Ezran left the house for his date, I had already told myself twice that I wasn’t going to follow him.The lie lasted less than twenty minutes.The café was smaller than I expected.It sat on a quiet street corner, squeezed between a library and a flower house. The café looked like it hadn’t been renovated since the early 2000s. The sign above the door read SERENITY SIP, written in uneven cursive letters.Not somewhere I would normally be. Yet here I was.The engine of the car was off, the interior quiet, except for the faint ticking sound of the cooling metal beneath the hood.My phone rested in my hand, screen glowing faintly with unfinished work.Three unread emails, two messages from the Paragon development team and a financial report waiting for approval.Normally I would have responded immediately. Efficiency was not optional in my world, but my attention kept drifting back toward the café window across the street.Inside, Ezran sat at a small table near
I didn’t answer him. For a second, I couldn’t.My brain stalled completely. Like everything inside me had just short-circuited at once.Did he just ask me that? Yes, he did.And did I find it hot? Yes, I did.I could swear I was gradually losing my sanity. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.“You’re insane,” I said, forcing a scoff that didn’t sound like mine.Lucian didn’t move. His hands were still braced against the wall on either side of me, his body close enough that I could feel the heat of him without him actually touching me.“You’re silent,” he said quietly and my pulse kicked harder.“Stop,” I shot back, even though my voice lacked the edge I wanted.He leaned in slightly. Not enough to touch, just enough to make the space between us feel nonexistent.My fingers curled into fists at my sides.“Stop acting like you own me,” I snapped.Something small shifted in his expression. It was barely there but I still saw it. For a split second, his composure cracked. Then slowl
The wind hit my face first. Cool, fresh and unexpected.For a moment I just stood there, frozen in the doorway, my brain struggling to process what I was looking at. Then I stepped forward slowly.The staircase had led to a rooftop. But not just any rooftop, this was a garden. A real one.Not the perfectly trimmed decorative lawns downstairs or the symmetrical hedges lining the estate. This place felt different — older, softer, almost like it had been built for someone who loved silence more than appearance.Stone tiles stretched beneath my feet, warmed by the sun. Along the edges of the rooftop sat large planters overflowing with greenery that had grown slightly wild over time.Lavender, rosemary, climbing ivy curling around a low stone arch and spices.Someone had once taken great care of this place, but it had clearly been a while since anyone visited.A few dry leaves scattered across the ground. Some vines had grown longer than they should have. The wood of a nearby bench had fad
EZRAN’S POVSunday lunch in the Banks house was always controlled. Not chaotic like dinner or rushed like breakfast.Everyone sat in their assigned places like we were part of some carefully arranged display. Plates and cutlery were set perfectly. Conversations were barely whispered.I hated it. I hated the fact that we couldn't have a lively discussion over lunch.I leaned back slightly in my chair, tapping my fork lightly against the plate, watching the way the sunlight filtered through the tall windows.Mom sat beside Robert, speaking softly about something I wasn’t listening to. Jeanne was half-focused on her phone. Charlyn was picking at her food like she had no real interest in being here. And Lucian? He just sat across from me. Straight-backed, composed and silent. Like always. His attention was on his food. Even his movements were precise and controlled. “Geez,” I muttered under my breath.“What?” Jeanne whispered.“Nothing.” I exhaled slowly and sat up properly.Alright. Le
For a moment I just blinked at the ceiling.Of all the people I expected to hear from tonight, Melinda definitely wasn’t on the list.“Melinda?” I repeated slowly. My grip on the phone tightened slightly as I pushed myself up into a sitting position.“Yeah… hi.”Her voice sounded nervous. Not fake nervous either — the real kind. The kind people use when they aren’t sure how a conversation is going to go.I sat up on the bed fully, rubbing the back of my neck.“Well,” I said lightly, “this is unexpected.”“I know,” she sighed. “I’ve been meaning to call you since the party but I wasn’t sure if you’d even want to talk to me.”“Why are you calling?” I asked, trying to keep my voice normal by faking a cough.“I just… wanted to check on you,” she said quietly then hesitated for a second. “Because of what happened.”Ah. That.I leaned back against the headboard. “You mean the punch?”“Ezran, I’m really sorry about that,” she said quickly. “I shouldn’t have invited those idiots. If I had k
EZRAN’S POVI didn’t move. For a second, I couldn’t. Lucian stepped back, but the air around him didn’t.It stayed there, thick and heavy.My back was still pressed against the wall, my pulse refusing to calm down like my body hadn’t gotten the memo that he was no longer touching me.What the hell was that?I dragged in a breath and pushed myself off the wall, turning away before I did something stupid like look at him again. Or worse, say or do something stupid.My fingers curled into fists as I walked past him, forcing my steps to stay steady.“Stay out of my space,” I muttered, even though my voice lacked the bite I wanted.I didn’t wait for his response. I just walked out of the room fast.The hallway felt too long and quiet. Every step I took echoed louder than it should have, like the house itself was mocking me.I stopped in my tracks and leaned against the wall, with my back pressed against it.“Get it together,” I muttered under my breath.This was ridiculous.It was just Luc







