[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega

The suite was quiet, touched only by the low hum of evening air through the balcony doors and the occasional rustle of clothing being folded away. The warm lights above the bed cast a soft gold across the sheets, turning everything muted, intimate, unreal.

Trevor moved slowly; he didn’t want to startle the silence now that they were finally alone. His jacket was already off, shirt half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled past his forearms. He wasn’t saying much, not with words, but his gaze hadn’t left Lucas since they stepped through the door.

Lucas was sitting on the edge of the bed, his cufflinks resting in his palm, half-forgotten.

"You’re staring," he said, not looking up.

"I know," Trevor replied, unapologetic.

"Are you going to ask?"

Trevor hummed, leaning against the doorway that led from the dressing room. "Only if you’re ready."

Lucas exhaled slowly. The kind that felt too full of thoughts to fit neatly in words.

"Vivienne was your wife," he said at last, fingers tightening slightly around the metal in his hand. "In my past life. But your relationship now... it seems strained. Not cold, but fractured. Not the love story I remember."

He looked up then, eyes sharp despite the weariness in his body.

"I wonder if my memories are a lie."

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Trevor crossed the room in a few quiet steps, kneeling in front of him. His hands came to rest gently on Lucas’s knees, grounding him.