Lucian’s POV

The silence after Siena left my office was... strange.

Not heavy, not light — but suspended. Like something was waiting to happen.

I sat at the edge of my desk for a few moments longer, staring at the door she had just walked through, watching the last trace of her presence fade from the room. The faintest hint of her perfume still lingered in the air — something warm and soft and quietly bold, like her. It wrapped around me even after she was gone, as if she’d left behind a piece of herself just to keep me grounded.

I didn’t move for a while. Not because I...