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The door creaked open slowly, letting in a soft draft from the hallway. The scent of warm bread and freshly boiled herbs drifted into the room before the figure appeared. Ma Claudia stepped in, balancing a wooden tray with both hands. The sunlight from the narrow window fell across her face, softening the deep lines on her cheeks. She always had that calm, steady way of moving, as if nothing could rush her, even when the house was noisy. Lucien blinked, momentarily caught between surprise and warmth. “Good morning, Ma Claudia,” he said, pushing himself up from the bed. His voice was still a little hoarse. She gave him a small smile. “You don’t have to stand, child.” Her tone carried that gentle firmness that made it impossible to argue without feeling guilty. Lucien hesitated for a second but remained standing, watching her as she crossed the room. She placed the tray carefully on the table by the wall, adjusting the cups so they wouldn’t slide. The steam from the food curled u

~~~~~ONE WEEK LATER~~~~ It had been a week since that incident. Lucien couldn’t deny the fact that, Zayn had changed. He was no longer cold, no longer cruel toward him. At first, Lucien thought maybe it was only for a day or two. But as the days passed, Zayn kept the same tone with him. Sometimes serious, yes, but never unkind. Lucien could now speak to him more freely. Still, he was careful with his words—he wasn’t foolish—but Zayn made it clear, in his own way, that Lucien was safe to speak. Also, ever since that day, Lucien hadn’t seen Roman once. He had asked about him during lunch one day. Zayn’s answer had been short, his tone slightly different from normal. That small change in his voice was enough for Lucien to decide not to ask again. The mansion was different now. It was quiet. he hadn't seen Vera or Amy for a long time, but this only made him feel lighter. His old room had been emptied. All his belongings—his comics, clothes, were moved into Zayn’s suite. His bo

After Lucien was done with his ice cream, he and Zayn lay down on the bed to sleep. The lights were dim, the air-conditioning hummed softly, and the quiet of the night wrapped around them like a blanket. But deep inside Lucien, he didn’t really want to sleep. His eyes might have been closed, but his mind was still buzzing. He still had the urge to finish the anime he was watching before Vera barged into the room earlier and hit him. That interruption had been annoying, and now the cliffhanger from the last episode was haunting him. ~~~~ SOME HOURS LATER~~~~~ Lucien slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head just a little. He glanced at Zayn’s sleeping face. Zayn was lying close, his arm draped over Lucien’s waist, holding him in a warm cuddle. His other hand was resting lightly against Lucien’s side, as if making sure he wouldn’t slip away. Their legs were tangled under the blanket, and Zayn’s steady breathing brushed softly against Lucien’s hair. Lucien’s heart beat a littl

Lucien sat quietly beside Zayn in the black SUV. The hum of the engine and the low murmur of radios from the bodyguards outside were the only sounds filling the air. Ahead of them, two black vans drove in a disciplined line, filled with armed men. Behind, two more vans followed. The SUV Zayn and Lucien rode in was sandwiched right in the middle — heavily guarded, untouchable. Lucien leaned his head slightly toward the tinted glass window, watching as the city sped by. His thoughts wandered, drifting to memories he could never erase. The first day. The first time he had been taken by Zayn, forced into this very SUV. He could still remember his pounding heart, his sweaty palms, his trembling body. Fear had swallowed him whole. Back then, he had no idea where they were going or what was waiting for him. He had been a prisoner, a victim, someone with no control. And yet now, here he was — sitting in the same car, next to the same man, but without fear. In fact, he was comfortable,

In the blink of an eye, two weeks had already passed. During those days, something changed—something that even Lucien himself never thought possible. The fear he once carried inside him whenever he was around Zayn had slowly melted away. The man who used to terrify him, whose very presence had once felt like a storm ready to swallow him whole, now felt… different. Zayn was still powerful, still commanding, still every bit the man who carried an air that made even the strongest tremble. But to Lucien, he was no longer only that. He was someone who smiled—rarely, but sincerely. Someone who teased him, who chuckled when Lucien made small comments. Someone who, for the first time in Lucien’s life, felt like safety. The people around the mansion noticed it too. The guards, the maids, even Day—they had begun to treat Lucien with the same respect they gave Zayn. At first, Lucien found it strange. When he tried to be friendly with them, they kept their distance, stiff and formal. No matter