Sunlight filtered through the silk-draped curtains, slanting golden beams across the king-sized bed.
It was already morning, and its light touched Lucivar's face like an intruder with gentle hands, warm but insistent, clearing the shadows that still clung to his sleep. Disturbed—his eyelids fluttered lightly, once, twice, and then stilled.
A tremble in his lashes.
Then, Lucivar slowly opened his eyes.
One could see a sinister glow surge to life within his eyes—emerald, bronze, and violet hues.
Each color swirled in a quiet storm of power, barely restrained.
But despite their chaotic natures, at this moment, these energies were in harmony.
"Ehmm…"
Lucivar inhaled deeply—the breath shuddered through his chest as if he'd been holding it for years.
He sat up with a slow, masculine grace, tousling his hair that fell over his brow.
His gaze unfocused as the remnants of dreams slipped away like fog dissolving in sunlight.
For a moment, he didn't speak.
