Lucien and Mar walked in silence through the winding corridors of the Labyrinth until the familiar streets came into view. The tension of the recent skirmish still weighed on Lucien, yet he couldn't help but feel a small sense of relief as they made their way back to the house. The dim lighting flickered along the alleys, casting long shadows that danced around them, adding to the ominous feel of the Hive city.
Once inside, Lucien settled into a quiet corner, his gaze fixed on the floor as his mind drifted. This world is so much more dangerous than the Effulgence System back home, he thought grimly. Sure, there was a war back then, but even that had rules and boundaries, structures that civilians were mostly sheltered from. Here, it was a different story entirely. Military-grade weapons were available to everyone, gang members or civilians. They weren't separated from violence; they were immersed in it daily. He shook his head, frowning. With the Hive Boss running this place, maybe the gangs actually are the military here… He shrugged to himself, sighing. It was a strange world, and he'd have to get used to it.
Across the room, Mar looked around, her gaze searching. Noticing that Lara wasn't around and her grandmother was asleep, she blushed slightly. Her eyes drifted to Lucien, who wore a pensive expression, deep in thought. What am I doing? she scolded herself, feeling a flush rise in her cheeks. She wasn't good at this—talking, expressing herself. But something in her stirred, a yearning that had been there for a while now, growing despite her best efforts to ignore it. Come on, she thought, steeling herself. Just say something!
With a deep breath, she took a few hesitant steps toward him, then stomped her foot softly to get his attention. Lucien looked up, his brow raised in surprise, finally noticing her presence. She could feel her cheeks flush even more, but she steadied herself, forcing the words to come.
"Lucien," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I… I love you."
A sigh escaped Lucien's lips, quiet but unmistakable. Mar's heart plummeted, her hopeful gaze clouding with disappointment. She could feel her chest tighten, and the edges of her vision blurred as tears began to gather. I knew it, she thought, her heart sinking further. He doesn't feel the same.
Lucien leaned forward, his expression softened with regret. "I've known for a while, Mar," he said gently. "This is my fault—I shouldn't have let things go this far, knowing you felt this way."
A tear slipped down Mar's cheek, her emotions swirling between heartbreak and an aching vulnerability. But before she could turn away, Lucien continued, "I'm not ready to accept your feelings… not yet."
Her head shot up, her eyes wide with hope. "Does that mean… there's a chance?"
Lucien smiled faintly, wiping her tears with a gentle touch. "Yeah, maybe someday. Let's see where life takes us, all right?" He looked at her with a tenderness that made her heart skip a beat. He knew he needed to take responsibility for the feelings he'd let grow between them, even if he wasn't certain about his own heart yet.
Before he could say anything more, Mar leaned forward, pressing a shy, gentle kiss to his lips. The warmth of her touch lingered even as she pulled back, her cheeks flushed but her eyes bright with a newfound determination. Lucien raised a hand to his lips, his own face warming as he processed what had just happened.
The moment was cut short by a sudden voice, shrill and indignant.
"You!"
Lucien whipped his head around to see Lara standing in the doorway, her eyes blazing as she pointed an accusing finger at him. Her glare could have melted steel, and Lucien's heart sank as he realized there was no escape.
"You joined that gang behind my back?" she demanded, her tone a mixture of betrayal and frustration.
Lucien gulped, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. Oh, crap, he thought, feeling his pulse quicken.