I'll stay with you, Lucian. No matter who you truly are.
— Liz
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"No, I've been here in the apartment. I apologize for not coming," Liz's words spilled out rapidly, attempting to dispel any potential tension. Lucian, in response, continued to nod in understanding, his demeanor seemingly placid.
Then, with an intriguing mixture of casualness and intent, Lucian drew his face closer, causing Liz to nervously swallow. The air was charged with a subtle electricity, and Liz's anticipation hung in the balance.
Lucian's hand, gentle yet purposeful, found its place on her shoulder. Liz instinctively sat up straight, an involuntary response to the shift in dynamics.
"You seem tense, Liz," his words were a hushed whisper. His hand ascended, delicately tracing the curve of her neck. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine," Liz replied, her tone rigid, and she forced a thin smile.
