"Huh...?"
Lucian blinked.
His mind went blank for a second. The world seemed to freeze, his thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. He just stood there, speechless, staring at Cassandra.
Her smile remained stretched, far too wide, too perfect.
"I said," Cassandra repeated, voice disturbingly gentle too sweet, like sugar coating poison, "let's get married."
Silence.
Lucian's brows furrowed. He sighed, a long, tired exhale from deep within.
"Cassandra... are you being serious right now?" His voice was flat, calm on the surface, but the storm beneath was growing louder. Why does it always happen like this? Just when I want to stay away from these women, they do something that flips everything.
Cassandra tilted her head. Her eyes were far too wide haunted, strained, teetering between emotional implosion and collapse. A storm brewed inside her, barely concealed.
