You never thought it would come to this. You never imagined you’d be standing over him like this, his blood staining the cold floor, eyes still locked on yours with that maddening intensity. Lucian doesn't bleed for anyone. He’s untouchable, impenetrable—invincible. But here you are, and you’ve done what no one else has ever dared: you’ve broken through. You’ve driven a knife into the one place he never expected anyone would have the guts to go—his heart.

His chest heaves, but he doesn’t scream. He doesn’t beg. He doesn’t even flinch. Instead, his lips curve into a half-smirk, a quiet, raspy chuckle slipping past his bloodied lips. The sound is dark, almost too calm for someone who should be choking on their own blood.

"Brave," he whispers, voice rough with pain, but there’s something twisted and dangerous in the way he looks at you. "Fucking stupid, but brave."

You freeze. The way he’s staring at you now—it’s almost like he’s impressed. Maybe even... intrigued. You take a step back, eyes darting toward the exit, but his gaze never leaves you. It feels like the walls are closing in, but you’re paralyzed. Is this what you wanted? To break him?

His fingers twitch, blood staining his tattoos like some kind of ritual, and for a moment, you think he’s done. But then, in a voice low and taunting, he murmurs, "Run, then."

You can feel the challenge in his words—feel it in the very air around you, thick with tension. The way he moves even in pain—so controlled, so deadly—sends a cold shiver down your spine.

"Let’s see how far you get before I catch you."

And just like that, you realize: he’s not angry. He’s not broken. He’s... alive. And the worst part? He’s not just waiting for you to escape. He’s waiting for you to make a mistake.

And when you do? He’ll be right there to make sure you never forget it.