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The morning air was crisp and filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the distant hint of sea salt drifting through the open windows of the penthouse. Birds chirped outside as sunlight streamed into the living room, casting long golden beams across the tiled floor.Inside, chaos had already taken over.“I told you it’s not about the weight—it’s the stamina!” Axel yelled from the hallway, arms flailing as he followed closely behind a grinning Gavin who clutched a protein bar in one hand and a stopwatch in the other.Gavin laughed. “You’re just bitter I beat your time yesterday.”Axel scoffed. “In what? Sleeping? Please, the only thing you’ve beaten is your mouth running faster than your legs.”They rounded the corner into the living room, still caught in their playful bickering when Lucian stepped out, dragging his feet, a blanket hanging from his shoulders like a cape. His hair was a tousled mess, and he looked seconds away from collapsinThird POVOne year later…The house had never been this quiet.Julian stood by the large window in the sitting room, hands tucked into the pockets of his soft grey hoodie, eyes wandering over the garden bathed in sunlight. Birds chirped faintly in the distance, the wind gentle, the air calm — too calm.He exhaled slowly. This day had come like every other for the past 364 before it: hollow, predictable, and soft-edged with memories.Cassiel hadn’t come back.He had stopped expecting. Stopped searching. Stopped hoping.But he hadn’t stopped missing.The soft knock on the front door didn’t startle him — Miss Maria was in the kitchen, probably humming over her stew — so he simply turned to watch the door.Another knock.And then it flung open.“HELLO, WE’RE BAAAACK!”Julian’s heart flipped. That voice was unmistakable. Loud. Dramatic. Impossible to ignore.“Gavin?” he called.“Duh! Who else can break silence this beautifully? Get
Third POVChaos was the first sign that wedding preparations were officially underway.It began when Gavin barged into Julian’s room at 6:03 a.m., armed with a giant folder, a clipboard, and a head full of unruly curls frizzed from excitement.“Good morning, husband of doom!”Julian rolled over, groaning. “We’re not even married.”“Not you, idiot. I’m marrying Axel. But you’re my maid of honor-slash-wedding coordinator-slash-personal sanity.”“I don’t remember signing up for that.”“Well, you didn’t say no.”Julian sat up, rubbing his temples. “What do you want?”Gavin tossed the clipboard onto his lap. “Let’s pick colors!”Lucian entered seconds later with a coffee tray. “He’s been up since four. I barely survived it.”Gavin pointed dramatically. “Cream and gold, or navy and emerald?!”Julian blinked. “Can’t you just elope?”Gavin gasped. “Blasphemy!”It didn’t stop there.Miss Maria was dragged into cake tastings. Lucian
Third POVThe sun was already high in the sky when Gavin woke up to the sound of waves crashing outside and someone humming in the kitchen. He rolled over and yawned dramatically, arms flailing until one smacked Axel across the chest.“Morning,” Axel grumbled.“You snore like a dying walrus,” Gavin replied, crawling on top of him.“You drool like a broken faucet.”“And yet, you still love me,” Gavin smirked, planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek before hopping off the bed. “BEACH DAY, BAAAABYYYY!”Axel groaned into his pillow. “Why am I dating a cartoon?”Ten minutes later, Gavin had burst into Julian’s room shirtless, wearing a pineapple-patterned swimsuit and slathering sunscreen on his face like it was lotion.“Get up, sad boy! We’ve got sea, sand, and SPF 50!”Julian blinked from where he sat by the window. “I’m already dressed.”“Oh.” Gavin looked him over. “You’re wearing black to the beach?”“I’m not trying to be roasted like you last
Third POVThe mansion was unusually quiet for a late morning. Miss Maria had just finished cleaning up after the chaotic breakfast Axel and Gavin had left behind—half an omelet stuck to the fridge and flour where flour should never be.Julian sat curled up on the couch in the sunroom, a book open in his lap that he wasn’t reading. His eyes kept flicking to the door, like he was expecting someone. But the person he truly wanted to walk through that door hadn’t been seen in over five months now.Just as the melancholy threatened to settle again, the front doors swung open with a dramatic bang.Lucian entered, wearing sunglasses indoors like some mafia agent out of a movie, holding a sleek tablet and a smirk that could kill.“Get your sulky butts off the couch, people!” he announced. “We’re going on a vacation!”Julian blinked slowly. “Come again?”Lucian dramatically pulled off his glasses. “Concert. Beachfront. One-week getaway. All of you. No excuses.”
Third POVAxel entered the living room with his shirt inside out and a lopsided apron tied over his chest like a toddler attempting cosplay. Gavin trailed behind, hair ruffled, smudges of flour on his cheek, and a metal whisk in one hand like it was a weapon of mass confusion. They both paused dramatically when they saw Julian on the couch with a blanket tucked around him like a burrito.Julian didn’t even glance up from the old novel he wasn’t reading, the dog-eared pages barely shifting.“We have come,” Gavin declared with a flourishing bow, “to lift your spirits and sprinkle sunshine into your soul.”Julian didn’t flinch. “You two are the depression.”“Harsh,” Axel said, placing a hand on his chest. “My tender little heart—”“Is as cold as your chicken from last week,” Julian mumbled.Miss Maria walked in just in time, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. “Boys, if you’re here to make more mess, I swear on my holy recipes—”“We are helping today,” Gavi
Third POVJulian’s fingers curled into the blanket.Lucian added softly, “He asked us to take care of you. All of us. He trusts us.”Julian stared at the far wall for a long while, jaw clenched tightly, then turned his face toward the window. His lips trembled. “He didn’t even say goodbye…”Lucian didn’t speak.Julian swallowed, his eyes beginning to sting. “I didn’t even get to tell him I love him.”Lucian’s voice was gentle. “He knows.”“No,” Julian whispered. “You don’t understand. He… he’s always thinking for me. Making choices for me. Even this… he made this decision without even asking how I felt.”Lucian lowered his gaze. “He’s never stopped loving you.”“That’s not the point,” Julian snapped. “Love isn’t disappearing into the night and leaving someone behind to wonder if they mattered enough to be chosen.”Lucian sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I get it. I do. But he thinks this is the only way to keep you safe. You mean every