Morning light spilled through the curtains, soft and golden. But her chest still held the weight of last night—Lucien’s voice, his nearness, the heat of his gaze. It was absurd. A stranger shouldn't be able to live in her head like this.
But Lucien Blackthorne wasn't just a stranger.
He was a question with sharp teeth.
And somehow, he'd already bitten deep.
She tried to shake it off. A hot shower. A stiff coffee. A fresh page in her sketchbook.
But then the doorbell rang.
Jasmine Watson(fl)
She hesitated—her breath catching for a reason she couldn’t explain. And when she opened the door…
there it was.
Jasmine Watson(fl)
A single, black velvet box. No note. No delivery name.
Just your name, written in ink as dark as blood.
Inside the box was a necklace.
Silver. Minimalist. Elegant.
And at the center—a tiny, jagged charm shaped like a flame.
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She stared at it, hands trembling slightly.
The chill of the metal against her skin when she put it on sent a shiver through her.
Not from cold. From something else entirely.
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Hours passed.
She tried to work, to focus—but Lucien’s presence pulsed in the background of everything.
Like a secret she couldn’t stop whispering to herself.
And then—her phone lit up.
unknown
*Texts her* "Looks better on you than I imagined."
Her heart nearly stopped.
She didn't give him her number.
She didn’t need to.
Because Lucien Blackthorne didn’t wait for permission.
He simply took what he wanted.
And she…
She weren’t sure if she wanted to stop him.
That night, another message arrived.
Lucien Blackthrone (ml)
*Texts her* "Do you want to see me again, little flame?
Say yes, and I’ll make you forget every rule you’ve ever made."
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