'Awestruck Knight'

Florian blinked at Lucius, momentarily caught off guard by the raw intensity in his gaze. The space between them felt too small, the air thick with something unspoken. Lucius' fingers, warm and steady against his skin, lingered as if reluctant to let go. There was a quiet possessiveness in the way he held him, his touch gentle but firm, like he had every right to be this close.

'Why does he always do this? I swear.'

The moment stretched too long, heat creeping up Florian's neck. He swallowed, then raised a hand, gently pushing Lucius' away.

"You're going to ruin Cashew's hard work," he murmured, keeping his tone light, teasing, as if that could smother the strange warmth curling in his chest.

Lucius' lips twitched, amusement flickering in his eyes. But he allowed the distance to return, though not without a hint of reluctance. Instead of looking embarrassed, he looked—pleased. As if he had gotten exactly the reaction he wanted.