LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE
He closed his eyes, letting the echo of her touch replay for the briefest moment — the warmth of her skin, the tremor of her breath when she tried to keep up with him, the quiet breaking sound she made when she couldn’t.
That sound.
That was why he allowed her to stay.
It wasn’t love — he’d stopped using that word Long time ago.
It wasn’t even affection.
It was the sound she made when he reminded her who she belonged to — or rather, who she didn’t.
That sound reminded him he was still capable of moving the world around him, even if he no longer moved with it.
Lucien exhaled slowly and poured himself a glass of bourbon. The liquid caught the light, faintly as though it too trembled in his han