#ceo emails

Lucien bounced his foot up and down as he leaned against the counter, trying to figure out how to explain how he was madly in love with her, that living life without her was beyond his comprehension at this point. He couldn't bear the thought. He looked at the counter, dragging his finger in a figure eight motion. "Well..."

Lucien didn't know what to do with this confession. There had never been anyone this open with him, this....kind. He couldn't remember a time where anyone cared about him, and wasn't out to use him. He wasn't sure how to respond to that. He wasn't even sure if he could trust the witch, interesting as she was.

Only Aurora would show up at his door covered in blood, claim it was for sexy reasons, and then casually throw in at the end she got stabbed. His pupils dilated slightly when she mentioned being stabbed.

"Shit, come in Rora, we'll get you cleaned up and Tristan never has to know." Knowing the little shit, he would blame Lucien for the incident despite not having been in a fifty mile radius of it. He quickly ushered her in, failing to keep panic out of his voice.