Chapter 205: In His Arms
Lucius smiled faintly, the kind of smile that spoke of secrets he wasn’t ready to share. "You may not need me," he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "But I need you, Pumpkin."
Jean stared at him, torn between the urge to scream at him and the unsettling warmth his words sparked within her.
The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the sound of her rapid breathing and the quiet creak of Lucius’s chair as he leaned back, his presence as infuriatingly commanding as ever.
Lucius Drake sat beside Jean with a presence that was both unsettling and magnetic. His pale, angular face was a portrait of lethal beauty—sharp cheekbones, a chiseled jaw, and lips that carried an almost mocking smirk.
His eyes, the color of deep crimson, glowed faintly under the dim light, holding a dangerous allure that made her pulse quicken despite her best efforts.
Jean hated herself for the way her eyes lingered on him. His dark hair was swept back in effortless disarray, and his tall frame seemed too broad for the chair he sat in, as if his very existence defied confinement.
He wore a black shirt, unbuttoned at the top, revealing just enough of his collarbone to be maddeningly distracting.
His long, elegant fingers rested on the armrest, twitching slightly, as though he was restraining himself from reaching for her.
He was painfully handsome, the kind of man who could ruin lives with a single look. And yet, Jean’s instinct told her to run, even as her body betrayed her, staying frozen in place.
He seemed out of reach, like a dream she could never touch, yet so close that she couldn’t trust herself not to fall into him.
After a moment of tense silence, their eyes locked again. She didn’t know how long they sat there, gazing at each other, but it felt like an eternity.