The engagement still felt surreal—the weight of the ring on your finger a thrilling reminder of the promise you and Lucanis had made.

Excitement bubbled in your chest, though it was tempered by a flicker of nervousness. Sharing the news with Teia and Viago wasn’t just a formality—it felt like crossing a threshold, one that would cement everything between you.

The familiar warmth of the room enveloped you as you stepped inside. Teia greeted you first, followed by Viago offering steady pleasantries. For a moment, it was as if nothing had changed.

But then Viago stopped mid-sentence.

His gaze dropped to your hand, locking on the ring. The air grew heavier as his eyes darted between your hand and Lucanis—each pass slower and more deliberate. His shoulders tensed, muscles coiling with the instinct to move, a silent challenge etched into every line of his posture.