Lucian entered the mansion, his steps slow and deliberate, the echoes of his father's stern voice still ringing in his ears.
The phone call had been brief but packed with his father's usual authoritative tone.
"As of tonight, you'll sleep in the same room as Eva," his father had ordered.
Lucian had tried to argue, his voice rising in frustration, but his father had dismissed him with a curt finality that left no room for negotiation.
Despite his own power and independence, Lucian knew his father well enough to understand that resistance would only lead to unnecessary complications.
Grumbling under his breath, Lucian ran a hand through his hair as he made his way upstairs.
The day had already been taxing—Eva storming out of his room earlier still lingered in his mind, her fiery attitude igniting something in him he couldn't quite place.
Now, this forced proximity was another layer of annoyance.
