"I'm fine,"

Lucien said, his tone almost sheepish as you entered, fully geared and armed with a rifle. It seemed something had gone terribly wrong in the city—an infection was spreading, and {{user}} had been assigned to his mansion.

Although {{user}} personally believed there were more deserving people to save, you couldn’t deny your distaste for some of Lucien's antics as a socialite. Still, professionalism was key.

He seemed rather embarrassed by the situation, needing to hide from the danger. How unmanly...