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Lillium RooseveltI stirred just as the first blush of daylight began to seep through the curtains. The light was soft—muted by the sheer drapes—but enough to tell me it was early. Too early for anything loud, or sharp, or rushed. My eyes blinked open slowly.For a moment, I forgot where I was. The disorientation was brief, a blank canvas quickly painted over with the memory of the previous night. Then I remembered—the couch, the blanket, the warmth of last night’s conversation… and Adam.My body was stiff. Not painfully so, but enough to remind me that couches weren’t designed for sleeping—especially not after everything that had happened between us. I sat up, rubbing my hand over my face, still wrapped in the blanket. My thoughts were fogged with the blur of sleep and the echo of his words from last night.“If I stay, you don’t get to ask what it means.”But he’d stayed.At least, I thought he had.I turned toward the

Lillium RooseveltThe door shut again. This time, I didn’t move.I just stood there in the kitchen—staring at the space where Adam had stood not even seconds ago—frozen like the moment itself hadn’t quite caught up to me yet.My fingers slowly lifted to my lips, brushing over them. They were still warm. Still tingling. Still carrying the shape of a kiss that came with no warning, no command, no pretense.Just... him.I swallowed hard, heart fluttering in my chest like it wasn’t sure whether to race or stop entirely. The rest of me couldn’t decide either. My mind tried to retrace every step, every breath, like I’d missed something in the lead-up.One second, I was rinsing dishes and finishing breakfast like it was any other morning.The next...He walked in, kissed me like the world was holding its breath, whispered something that made my knees soft—and vanished like nothing had changed.But something ha

Dominus VanePain was the first thing I felt. Not the dull kind that crawls under your skin. This one was sharp—tight around my ribs, lancing through my side every time I breathed too deep. But then came the second thing. Light. Warm and low, the kind that filled the edges of a modest apartment. And then him. Lu.Kneeling beside the couch, brow furrowed, cleaning the floor with a rag stained in my blood. Not frantic. Not afraid. Methodical. Focused.I blinked slowly, trying to ground myself in the moment. My head was pounding, my limbs heavy. My jacket and shirt were on the floor nearby, tossed carelessly like discarded armor. My skin felt cold, save for the tightness of fresh bandages wrapped around my torso. He’d done that. He could’ve called the cops. He could’ve let me bleed out. But he hadn’t.A slow, dry chuckle escaped my lips. My voice was rough, wrecked from exhaustion. Still, I couldn’t help the smirk that twisted up as I looked at him.