When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the soft, unfamiliar bed beneath me. My head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, like someone had hit me with a hammer and left the pain behind as a souvenir. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, and the faint scent of Lucian’s cologne lingered in the air. I blinked slowly, trying to make sense of where I was.Lucian’s bed.I sat up too quickly, wincing as the headache intensified. My clothes were dry now someone had changed me into one of his oversized shirts. The realization made my cheeks burn. I looked around the room: simple, masculine, with a few trophies on the shelf and a photo of him with his family on the nightstand. It felt intimate. Too intimate.Lucian was sitting in a chair beside the bed, his elbows on his knees, watching me with worried eyes. His hair was still slightly damp from the rain, and there was a small cut on his lip from the earlier fight with Max.“You’re awake,” he said softly, relief flooding his voi
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