Lucien POV The elevator ride felt longer than usual. Lucien stood alone, hands loosely clasped in front of him, watching the numbers climb with steady precision. Floor after floor, the city fell away beneath him until the doors finally opened to the private entrance of his penthouse. Silence greeted him. Not the curated silence he had always preferred—the kind that suggested control, order, intention. This silence was different. It echoed. Lucien stepped inside and let the door close behind him with a soft, final click. For a moment, he didn’t move. He simply stood there, listening. No footsteps. No soft hum of conversation. No quiet presence moving through the space beside him. Just stillness. He exhaled slowly and loosened his tie, walking further into the apartment. The city skyline stretched across the glass walls, glowing beneath the deepening night like something distant and untouchable. Once, this place had felt complete. Now It felt like a mem
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