Se connecterLumi’s POVI shouldn’t have come. That thought settles the moment the car slows to a stop. Not because I’m scared, but because this—whatever this is—isn’t simple. And I knew that the second I said yes.The building in front of me doesn’t look like anything special at first. No loud lights, or obvious signs. But the people? They give it away.Tailored suits, soft fabrics that look effortless but cost more than they should. Jewelry that doesn’t shine too loudly, but still demands attention.“Still want to pretend this is temporary?”Briggs’ voice cuts through my thoughts. I glance at him, he’s already looking at me. Unbothered, like this is just another night for him.“It is,” I reply.A small pause, then he replied: “Okay.”That’s all he says, but something about the way he says it doesn’t feel like agreement. The door opens, and he steps out first. Then, he waits. Like this is a choice I have to make on my own. So I do. I step out, and the moment my heels hit the ground, I feel it.
Briggs’ POVThe sound of metal hitting metal echoes through the room. Sharp and repetitive. I don’t slow down.Another rep, another pull.Muscles tightening, releasing, burning just enough to keep my focus where it should be. Not on her. But that’s not working.Because even here, in a space built for discipline, she’s still there. In the back of my head.In the way her voice carried when she said fine.In the way she looked at me like she didn’t trust me, but stepped forward anyway. And that’s what stays.I release the bar, letting it drop back into place with a controlled exhale. Then I sit back. For a second—just a second—I let my head tilt slightly.That memory come rushing back, the note, the rating. A quiet breath leaves me, not quite a laugh.Never in my life has one ever reduced me to a number, and she did it like it meant nothing. Like it was obvious.“I don’t repeat women, or correct whatever impression I leave on them.”The thought comes clean. Because that’s how I operate.
Lumi’s POVThe water is too hot, I know it is.I can feel it against my skin—sharp, almost burning—but I don’t move. I just stand there, under the stream, letting it hit the back of my neck, my shoulders, my spine like it’s supposed to wash something away. It doesn’t.Nothing about today washes away, not the way he looked at me. Not the way he spoke, not the way I said fine like I knew what I was agreeing to.My fingers press lightly against the tile wall as I tilt my head forward, closing my eyes. Why does he make me feel like this? It’s not just physical.That would have been easier, simpler. Something I could explain away, control, shut down when I needed to.But this? This is something else.I don’t know if it’s his demeanor, or the way he looks at me. Or is it the way he lets silence sit like he already knows what I’m going to do before I do it.And I hate that.I hate that I still feel it—under my skin, in the way my body hasn’t quite settled since last night, in the way my thou
Briggs’ POVThe drive back is quiet.I pull into the driveway, the gates sliding open without hesitation. The house comes into view—glass, everything exactly where it should be.I step out of the car, loosening my collar slightly as I walk inside. The moment I enter, I feel the shift. I stop. “…no.”I already know. I walk further in, and there she is. Sitting like she owns the place, which technically—she does. Eleanor, my mother. Elegant as ever, composed and very unannounced.“Llegas tarde, Alejandro,” she says in Spanish, calm, without turning.(You’re late) I exhale once, slowly. “Tienes que dejar de venir sin avisar,” I reply, switching to Spanish without thinking.(You need to stop showing up unannounced) Now she turns, and she’s wearing that look. Sharp, assessing, already reading more than I’ve said.“I brought you food,” she says, like that explains everything.My gaze drops briefly to the counter. Vegetables, meat, wine. She didn’t stop at “food.” She stocked my kitchen
Lumi’s POVClover doesn’t stop talking the entire drive. Not because she doesn’t know when to stop, but because she’s choosing not to.“I’m just saying,” she continues, turning slightly in her seat to look at me, “that man followed you from a courthouse. A courthouse, Lumi.”“I’m aware.”“And you’re just… okay with that?”“I didn’t say I was okay with it.”“You said fine,” she corrects immediately. “Which, in your language, is worse.”I exhale slowly, keeping my eyes on the road.“I said fine because I need something right now.”“And that something is a man who—let me get this straight—”She counts on her fingers.“—left you unfinished, followed you, admitted it, and then offered himself like a service?”I don’t respond. Because when she says it like that, it sounds worse than it actually is.“…Lumi.”“I know what I’m doing.”That’s a lie, but it’s a controlled one. Clover studies me for a second longer, then sighs.“Okay,” she mutters. “I’m not going to argue with you.”Good.“But,”
Lumi’s POVFor a second, I had thought: Clover? But she’s right beside me. And now, seeing Briggs standing there like he didn’t just disappear on me last night. Like he didn’t leave me unfinished. A mix of emotions had hit me all at once.“…what?” Clover leans slightly, trying to see past me. “Oh—”I don’t give her time to react. And he hasn’t answered me either. Just looking at me, like he’s taking something in. And that—that alone—irritates me.“You followed me?” I pressed, clearly irritated. His lips twitch slightly.“You gave me a three,” he says calmly.I blink. “…what?”“I couldn’t just move on with that,” he continues.I stare at him. Is he serious right now?“That’s not what I asked,” I say, my tone sharpening. “Are you stalking me now?”“No,” he replies easily. “I just happened to be here.”I let out a short laugh, not quite real.“You expect me to believe that?”A pause. Then, he raises his hands slightly.“Okay,” he says. “Fine.”I narrow my eyes.“Yes,” he admits. “I fol
Briggs’ POVI don’t belong in places like this. Not because I can’t sit through them, or because I don’t understand them. But because I don’t need them.Courtrooms are controlled chaos, rules pretending to hold power, when in reality, power decides which rules matter. And I’ve never needed permissi
Caius’s POVControl is not something you take in at the moment. It’s something you build long before the moment ever arrives. And right now, sitting in this courtroom, watching everything unfold exactly the way I expected, I can feel it.Control.I lean back slightly in my seat, adjusting the cuff
Lumi’s POVThe courthouse feels cold, it doesn’t feel like a place where truth lives, more like a place where things are arranged. Where words are sharpened, twisted, polished until they sound like something else entirely. And right now, I’m the something else.I pause just outside the courtroom do
Briggs’ POVI don’t remember falling asleep. One second, I’m in the living room, grabbing water, trying to cool down after the longest night I’ve had in a while, and the next—I’m waking up.The early morning sun is creeping through the glass windows, sharp and intrusive, landing directly across my







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