"Every time you talk about kissing, it irritates me more," Leia said sharply, glaring at Lucien. But her breath hitched as the air around her was once again tinged with his scent, his pheromones teasing her senses.
'Why am I smelling him again? This is strange… it shouldn't be this frequent,' she thought, trying to dismiss the warm pull stirring inside her.
Lucien smirked, clearly amused by her frustration. "I love annoying you," he said smoothly. "The same way you love annoying me."
Leia looked away, unwilling to let his gaze weaken her any further. But as her eyes wandered, she noticed several people in the club watching them.
"They know you," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. She tried to take a step back, but his grip on her hand tightened.
"So?" Lucien said without hesitation. "I want you to be my Luna. The sooner you accept it, the better it will be, for both of us."
