Lucian’s POV

The sound of water rushing over my skin was a rare kind of comfort — a brief moment of peace before the storm that awaited me. I stood under the hot spray, letting the heat wash away the last remnants of restless sleep and the sharp edges of worry that had clung to me overnight. The weight of the fight ahead pressed down like iron, but for now, it was just me, the water, and the steady rhythm of my breath.

After stepping out, I toweled off slowly and moved to the wardrobe. Today called for something sharp — something that could hold its own in the boardroom...