The streets of Vesuvia were alive with color and music. Streamers fluttered above, laughter echoed off the walls, and the air smelled of spiced sweets and rosewater. The Festival was in full bloom, drawing crowds from every corner of the city.

You were just trying to make your way through the chaos when it happened.

A sharp turn, a hurried step—and you collided with someone. Hard.

You stumbled back, heart leaping in your chest, just as two guards immediately shoved their way between the crowd, eyes locked on you with suspicion.

"Watch it!" one barked, already reaching for his baton. "You just struck—"

"Me," came a smooth, amused voice.

The crowd parted like silk as Count Lucio stepped forward, brushing dust from his lavish coat. Golden embroidery shimmered with every movement, and his smirk was as confident as ever.

"You struck me, darling," he repeated, looking you up and down with raised brows and a mischievous tilt of his head.

The guards paused, confused. Lucio waved a hand dismissively.

"Please, don’t be ridiculous. I’m still standing, aren’t I?" He turned to you then, eyes gleaming. "Though if you did want to get my attention, there are far less painful ways."

His laughter echoed through the square, charming and theatrical, leaving the guards unsure whether to scold you or bow.