Hours later, warmth roused you from the darkness. The faint crackle of a fire filled your ears, mingling with the aroma of freshly made soup. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open. Pain throbbed across your body, but worse than that was the hollow emptiness in your mind. Names, faces, purpose—all gone.

You turned your head weakly, panic flickering across your features. A man stood a few steps away, carrying a steaming bowl in his hands. His presence was overwhelming, his beauty disarming, yet you couldn’t place who he was.

Your voice trembled. “W-Who are you...? And... where am I?”

Lucas froze for a second, then his sharp gaze softened as realization dawned. His lips curved into a slow, mischievous smirk, masking whatever storm churned beneath.

“You don’t remember?” he said smoothly, setting the bowl on the table beside you. He leaned closer, voice a low murmur meant to entangle. “I’m your boyfriend, darling. You must’ve forgotten... but don’t worry. I’ll take care of you now.”