On a dark night, the man caressed the skin of a woman who was breathing heavily in the field.
"Phew..."
The man, who was breathing slowly, felt the woman's white, clean skin.
As if he were seeing something for the first time, or as if he didn't know how to touch something very precious, delicately.
It was a touch that was clearly affectionate, but also strangely tense.
The woman curled up into a ball and tried to avoid Lucian's gaze, but it was no use.
“Look at me.”
In the darkness, the man's eyes had a strange glow, like that of a wild beast.
“Don’t hide it anymore.”
As if he had read the woman's mind, Lucian grabbed her wrist and whispered, holding her tightly to the bedsheet.
The wrist that the man's hand touched is hot.
Her pulse starts to beat faster all over her body, but she can't breathe out of her mouth.
If she was not careful and the sound leaked out the door, it would be the end.
“...”
The gentle, languid touch began to gain strength.
"But."
The woman shrugged her shoulders and tried to avoid the man's lips.
But the angry lips finally caught the woman.
“!”
He was clever and persistent, as if he were determined to have her.
Her shoulders and both arms are sore and achy because he put so much strength into her whole body.
But soon, a strange sensation makes her dizzy.
“If you don’t like it, just think of it as a dream.”
The man's wet voice penetrated the woman.
“This can’t be happening, please.”
But contrary to what she said, the woman was distressed and couldn't bear the gaze.
Even if she crossed her legs and tightened her lower abdomen, there was nothing she could do.
“It’s too late. Already.”
At the same time, their breathing became intertwined. But the woman pulled her knees toward her chest, somehow trying to escape Lucian.
“Please, stop.”
“Don’t do that, you were missing me.”
“...No, that’s not it.”
She looked up, and Lucian's white, even teeth were briefly visible before disappearing into the darkness.
“Don’t do this.”
The woman was afraid that someone passing by in the hallway might hear her voice as she spoke.
But at the moment when her lower jaw was trembling, the man's lips touched hers.
“!”
She gasped in surprise, but her lips parted helplessly.
“Lucian!”
The woman shivered at the mere thought of it. The ash-blonde hair, which she had once considered more beautiful than sunlight, was about to fall before her.
Lucian's face, seen from below, was very different from what she usually saw.
A flushed face, parted lips, and blurred, hazy eyes...
Lucian also looked down at the woman and became absorbed in his emotions.
He remembers the countless nights he spent thinking about her.
Every time she pushed him away, and at the same time, every time she glanced at his profile, he couldn't help but want to hug her.
He wanted to pour out everything he had been holding back all this time and let it all out at once.
But if he does that carelessly, her delicate flesh might get torn.
Lucian knew how dangerous he was.
“I’ll start now.”
Ravieli almost lost her mind at the words, "Now is the beginning."
The man who had been breathing heavily straightened up and laid the woman down straight.
The woman looked up at him, roughly sweeping the blonde hair that clung to his forehead with the back of her hand.
“Ravieli Lewin.”
A desire to kiss that clean, shining forehead arises.
Lucian decides not to be afraid to approach her anymore.
It's already too late.
“Lucian Meyer.”
Her voice smells like dried roses.
“My Ravieli.”
He completely embraced the faint, delicate smile of the woman.
And the woman felt that today, for the first time, she would be freed from the shackles that had been forced upon her.
Lucian Meyer first arrived in the capital city of Rotterdam a month ago.
It was an unclear start, with only one purpose firmly in hand.
But Lucian rode with a very confident expression on his face.
The horse looked as if it might collapse at any moment, but he didn't look tired at all.
It's hard to believe that he's been running for a week.
His large, beautiful hazel eyes stared unwaveringly at the mansion blocking his way.
The eyelashes curled up tightly, the well-shaped nose bridge, and the vividly colored lips beneath them.
The moment he entered the mansion, he would instantly change the atmosphere of the space, which was ordinary except for its size.
“Is this the Marquis of Theano’s mansion?”
After tethering the horse to the stable, Lucian immediately knocked on the door of the mansion.
“Yes, that’s right. How did you get here?”
As he entered the mansion, a neatly dressed gentleman greeted him.
Lucian met the footman's gaze.
“Is the Marquis of Theano inside?”
Then, instead of answering, he asked a question.
“No, the master is out right now.”
Before opening the door, Lucian glanced around the farm and gardens attached to the mansion and knew that the footman's words were true.
The farm and gardens were absolutely wonderful.
The stable was full of fat horses, leisurely munching on the piled-up fodder.
Even in the cage at the back of the garden, there seemed to be about a dozen ornamental peacocks.
He knew that when visitors came without an appointment, they would usually avoid him by saying their master was out, but right now, Theano was truly absent.
Everything was ready, but the carriage that the owner of the mansion rode in was nowhere to be seen.
“Then I’ll wait inside.”
"Yes?"
The footman took a step back, unnecessarily flustered by Lucian's words.
That was understandable, as this handsome man, who had suddenly appeared, was a face he had never seen before and had an overly flashy and beautiful appearance.
Lucian walked gently inside, passing the footman who had missed his timing while observing his beauty.
“Wow, your house is really nice.”
He looked around the house with a pleasant smile.
The footman glanced around at the man, still holding the door open.
If he let a man into the house like this, he didn't know what kind of scolding he would get from the owner.
It was around that time that Ravieli Lewin, who was leaning against the second-floor railing, turned her head at the sound of voices.
Who is it?
At that moment, the footman looked at Lucian and spoke in a somewhat stiff voice.
“So, what brings you here?”
“I came to see my father.”
“What did you say?”
The only one who remained silent at those words was the cat that was wandering around the living room, whining.
“Father. I have come to see my father, Marquis Theano Meyer.”
However, Lucian, who had poured cold water on the mansion, had a calm expression on his face.
Lucian's chin fell straight to the sky as a startled Ravieli let out a groan from behind the railing.
'There's a careless female cat who eavesdrops.'
Ravieli covered her mouth with her dry hand in shock, but it was already too late.
“I guess I was talking to several people.”
A man's voice came slowly up the stairs.
“I would like to speak to the owner of this place, not the servant.”
“...”
After satisfying her curiosity, Ravielli tried to go back into the room.
But now it was no longer a situation where she could completely pretend not to know.
She glanced at the maid standing next to her and then started down the stairs.
“Please tell me...”
Ravielli greeted the stranger with a dry voice.
"Hello."
If you look closely, she was definitely a beautiful woman.
From rare platinum blonde hair to a sharp nose with a distinct line and soft lips.
However, there was no life in her blue eyes, and her skin, which was originally white and transparent, felt pale and bloodless.
Even if she collapsed on the floor at any moment, it wouldn't be strange at all to have such a skinny body.
“What you just said... what did you mean?”
Ravieli was clearly asking a question, but her voice was dry, as if she wasn't even curious.
“It is as I said. I came to find my father.”
Lucian asked Ravieli back, as if he didn't care at all about the weight of his words.
“Are you my sister?”
Ravieli, who was standing like a statue, shook her head.
"No."
“Oh, so you’re my cousin?”
"No."
Lucian walked into the middle of the living room, swinging his simple bag.
“Really? Then, at this point, would you mind telling me who you are?”
The guest was clearly Lucian, but he spoke calmly as if he were the owner of the house.
Ravieli spoke calmly, pressing one hand to her chest.
“You said you came to find your father.”
"Yes."
Lucian nodded, leaning back against the wide sofa.
The man looked at her with a puzzled look.
Although she looked young, she seemed to be over twenty. Moreover, it was strange that a woman with seemingly healthy limbs would be living with a guardian rather than her parents.
Although she wore a dress of barrege fabric that did not suit her age and wore more than was necessary, Ravieli's youth shone so brightly that it obscured the brilliance of the jewels.
“Oh, I see.”
Lucian stared intently at Ravieli, despite his curt reply.
He looked as if he was dying to know how she ended up in Meyer's house and where her real parents were.
But Ravieli had no intention of telling her story to a man she was meeting for the first time today.
She just wanted to end this awkward and uncomfortable greeting.
Ravieli beckoned to the maid.
“Mage, please serve the tea to the guest.”
"Yes."
The maid, Mage, answered Ravieli and glanced at Lucian.
She was momentarily captivated by the man's face, so beautiful she could have easily mistaken it for a work of art she had brought in today.
'It's strange, you don't resemble the Marquis at all.'
As Mage headed to the kitchen, Ravieli passed Lucian and tried to go back upstairs.
“Just a moment.”
It was the man's refreshing voice that turned Ravieli, who was holding onto the hem of her skirt.
"Phew..."
The man, who was breathing slowly, felt the woman's white, clean skin.
As if he were seeing something for the first time, or as if he didn't know how to touch something very precious, delicately.
It was a touch that was clearly affectionate, but also strangely tense.
The woman curled up into a ball and tried to avoid Lucian's gaze, but it was no use.
“Look at me.”
In the darkness, the man's eyes had a strange glow, like that of a wild beast.
“Don’t hide it anymore.”
As if he had read the woman's mind, Lucian grabbed her wrist and whispered, holding her tightly to the bedsheet.
The wrist that the man's hand touched is hot.
Her pulse starts to beat faster all over her body, but she can't breathe out of her mouth.
If she was not careful and the sound leaked out the door, it would be the end.
“...”
The gentle, languid touch began to gain strength.
"But."
The woman shrugged her shoulders and tried to avoid the man's lips.
But the angry lips finally caught the woman.
“!”
He was clever and persistent, as if he were determined to have her.
Her shoulders and both arms are sore and achy because he put so much strength into her whole body.
But soon, a strange sensation makes her dizzy.
“If you don’t like it, just think of it as a dream.”
The man's wet voice penetrated the woman.
“This can’t be happening, please.”
But contrary to what she said, the woman was distressed and couldn't bear the gaze.
Even if she crossed her legs and tightened her lower abdomen, there was nothing she could do.
“It’s too late. Already.”
At the same time, their breathing became intertwined. But the woman pulled her knees toward her chest, somehow trying to escape Lucian.
“Please, stop.”
“Don’t do that, you were missing me.”
“...No, that’s not it.”
She looked up, and Lucian's white, even teeth were briefly visible before disappearing into the darkness.
“Don’t do this.”
The woman was afraid that someone passing by in the hallway might hear her voice as she spoke.
But at the moment when her lower jaw was trembling, the man's lips touched hers.
“!”
She gasped in surprise, but her lips parted helplessly.
“Lucian!”
The woman shivered at the mere thought of it. The ash-blonde hair, which she had once considered more beautiful than sunlight, was about to fall before her.
Lucian's face, seen from below, was very different from what she usually saw.
A flushed face, parted lips, and blurred, hazy eyes...
Lucian also looked down at the woman and became absorbed in his emotions.
He remembers the countless nights he spent thinking about her.
Every time she pushed him away, and at the same time, every time she glanced at his profile, he couldn't help but want to hug her.
He wanted to pour out everything he had been holding back all this time and let it all out at once.
But if he does that carelessly, her delicate flesh might get torn.
Lucian knew how dangerous he was.
“I’ll start now.”
Ravieli almost lost her mind at the words, "Now is the beginning."
The man who had been breathing heavily straightened up and laid the woman down straight.
The woman looked up at him, roughly sweeping the blonde hair that clung to his forehead with the back of her hand.
“Ravieli Lewin.”
A desire to kiss that clean, shining forehead arises.
Lucian decides not to be afraid to approach her anymore.
It's already too late.
“Lucian Meyer.”
Her voice smells like dried roses.
“My Ravieli.”
He completely embraced the faint, delicate smile of the woman.
And the woman felt that today, for the first time, she would be freed from the shackles that had been forced upon her.
***
Lucian Meyer first arrived in the capital city of Rotterdam a month ago.
It was an unclear start, with only one purpose firmly in hand.
But Lucian rode with a very confident expression on his face.
The horse looked as if it might collapse at any moment, but he didn't look tired at all.
It's hard to believe that he's been running for a week.
His large, beautiful hazel eyes stared unwaveringly at the mansion blocking his way.
The eyelashes curled up tightly, the well-shaped nose bridge, and the vividly colored lips beneath them.
The moment he entered the mansion, he would instantly change the atmosphere of the space, which was ordinary except for its size.
“Is this the Marquis of Theano’s mansion?”
After tethering the horse to the stable, Lucian immediately knocked on the door of the mansion.
“Yes, that’s right. How did you get here?”
As he entered the mansion, a neatly dressed gentleman greeted him.
Lucian met the footman's gaze.
“Is the Marquis of Theano inside?”
Then, instead of answering, he asked a question.
“No, the master is out right now.”
Before opening the door, Lucian glanced around the farm and gardens attached to the mansion and knew that the footman's words were true.
The farm and gardens were absolutely wonderful.
The stable was full of fat horses, leisurely munching on the piled-up fodder.
Even in the cage at the back of the garden, there seemed to be about a dozen ornamental peacocks.
He knew that when visitors came without an appointment, they would usually avoid him by saying their master was out, but right now, Theano was truly absent.
Everything was ready, but the carriage that the owner of the mansion rode in was nowhere to be seen.
“Then I’ll wait inside.”
"Yes?"
The footman took a step back, unnecessarily flustered by Lucian's words.
That was understandable, as this handsome man, who had suddenly appeared, was a face he had never seen before and had an overly flashy and beautiful appearance.
Lucian walked gently inside, passing the footman who had missed his timing while observing his beauty.
“Wow, your house is really nice.”
He looked around the house with a pleasant smile.
The footman glanced around at the man, still holding the door open.
If he let a man into the house like this, he didn't know what kind of scolding he would get from the owner.
It was around that time that Ravieli Lewin, who was leaning against the second-floor railing, turned her head at the sound of voices.
Who is it?
At that moment, the footman looked at Lucian and spoke in a somewhat stiff voice.
“So, what brings you here?”
“I came to see my father.”
“What did you say?”
The only one who remained silent at those words was the cat that was wandering around the living room, whining.
“Father. I have come to see my father, Marquis Theano Meyer.”
However, Lucian, who had poured cold water on the mansion, had a calm expression on his face.
Lucian's chin fell straight to the sky as a startled Ravieli let out a groan from behind the railing.
'There's a careless female cat who eavesdrops.'
Ravieli covered her mouth with her dry hand in shock, but it was already too late.
“I guess I was talking to several people.”
A man's voice came slowly up the stairs.
“I would like to speak to the owner of this place, not the servant.”
“...”
After satisfying her curiosity, Ravielli tried to go back into the room.
But now it was no longer a situation where she could completely pretend not to know.
She glanced at the maid standing next to her and then started down the stairs.
“Please tell me...”
Ravielli greeted the stranger with a dry voice.
"Hello."
If you look closely, she was definitely a beautiful woman.
From rare platinum blonde hair to a sharp nose with a distinct line and soft lips.
However, there was no life in her blue eyes, and her skin, which was originally white and transparent, felt pale and bloodless.
Even if she collapsed on the floor at any moment, it wouldn't be strange at all to have such a skinny body.
“What you just said... what did you mean?”
Ravieli was clearly asking a question, but her voice was dry, as if she wasn't even curious.
“It is as I said. I came to find my father.”
Lucian asked Ravieli back, as if he didn't care at all about the weight of his words.
“Are you my sister?”
Ravieli, who was standing like a statue, shook her head.
"No."
“Oh, so you’re my cousin?”
"No."
Lucian walked into the middle of the living room, swinging his simple bag.
“Really? Then, at this point, would you mind telling me who you are?”
The guest was clearly Lucian, but he spoke calmly as if he were the owner of the house.
Ravieli spoke calmly, pressing one hand to her chest.
“You said you came to find your father.”
"Yes."
Lucian nodded, leaning back against the wide sofa.
“The Marquis is my guardian.”
“Guardian?”
Although she looked young, she seemed to be over twenty. Moreover, it was strange that a woman with seemingly healthy limbs would be living with a guardian rather than her parents.
Although she wore a dress of barrege fabric that did not suit her age and wore more than was necessary, Ravieli's youth shone so brightly that it obscured the brilliance of the jewels.
“Oh, I see.”
Lucian stared intently at Ravieli, despite his curt reply.
He looked as if he was dying to know how she ended up in Meyer's house and where her real parents were.
But Ravieli had no intention of telling her story to a man she was meeting for the first time today.
She just wanted to end this awkward and uncomfortable greeting.
Ravieli beckoned to the maid.
“Mage, please serve the tea to the guest.”
"Yes."
The maid, Mage, answered Ravieli and glanced at Lucian.
She was momentarily captivated by the man's face, so beautiful she could have easily mistaken it for a work of art she had brought in today.
'It's strange, you don't resemble the Marquis at all.'
As Mage headed to the kitchen, Ravieli passed Lucian and tried to go back upstairs.
“Just a moment.”
It was the man's refreshing voice that turned Ravieli, who was holding onto the hem of her skirt.
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