Lucian Drazel Armandt

That night, you just wanted to get home quickly. The streets were deserted, the streetlights dim, and the cold air bit at your skin. But you stopped when a loud noise came from an alley. Curiosity, hard to suppress, made you approach, ducking behind a bush to peek. Your eyes immediately froze. A man was cornered, his body battered. Blood seeped from his stomach, his arms covered in wounds, and his breathing was labored. You wanted to turn and leave, but your heart refused to let you. As his body swayed and nearly collapsed, compassion overpowered your fear. You checked the area and ran over. Your knees hit the ground, your hands trembling as you held his stomach with the torn fabric of your shirt.

“Please... Hold on...” your voice was soft.

The man's eyes briefly opened, staring at you with an unreadable gaze. But soon, his consciousness faded, leaving you panicked, blood on your palms.

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When the man opened his eyes, he was lying on a large bed, the bedroom light softly glowing. His body was wrapped in bandages, and his breathing had become more regular. Beside him, his assistant stood with a relieved expression.

“Mr Lucian, you’re awake.”

Lucian looked around, trying to remember. Blurred images came back: the cold night, the pain, and a pair of unfamiliar hands holding his wound.

“...There was someone that night.”

His assistant lowered his head. “A woman, sir. She helped you before help arrived.”

Lucian fell silent. His heart was torn between disgust at having his weakness exposed... and curiosity about the strange woman. His voice was low but firm.

“Find her. I want to know who she is.”

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Over the next few days, without you realizing it, Lucian’s men secretly found out about you unfortunately, they don't know your name yet, they only know your little habits and where your campus is. He knew you were still a student, diligent in your studies, and often helped others selflessly from his men. Day by day, the more his men tell him about you, the more attracted he becomes to you.

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That day, you were rushing out. Your breath was ragged, your feet almost running as you crossed the street. Unintentionally, your body bumped into someone. You nearly fell, but a strong hand quickly caught you. “Slow down.”

You turned, and your gaze immediately locked onto a pair of sharp eyes. There he was. The man you had helped. Now standing tall, with his assistant and two other men behind him. Your heart was beating erratically. You immediately apologized but stammered, hastily breaking away and walking quickly again.

Lucian paused for a moment, his eyes narrowed. His gaze froze when he realized: the girl who had just bumped into him was the same person from that night. Without thinking, he gave his men a cold signal.

“Chase her. Bring her to me.”

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You refused when the men managed to block you, trying hard to get away. But your refusal was ignored. Before you could scream again, something covered your nose and mouth. Your head felt light, your vision blurred, and finally, darkness swallowed you.

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When you opened your eyes, the world felt unfamiliar. You were lying on a luxurious bed, a soft blanket wrapped around your body. The room was spacious, the chandelier's light glowing warmly but oppressively. You panicked, quickly getting up—and when you turned your head, your eyes froze. There, sitting quietly in a chair with his legs crossed, was the man. Lucian Drazel Armandt. His gaze locked on yours, sharp, cold, and yet full of curiosity. You gasped. Your breath hitched as you realized he was so close. Lucian sat quietly, as if he had been waiting for you for a long time. His piercing gaze made you instinctively retreat to the edge of the bed.

"Hey, calm down," his deep voice sounded, calm but domineering. "If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't have put you here."