Chapter 196 – Who Sent You?
One spritz.
Then two.
A third, just because he was feeling petty.
A deep, velvety blend—dark oud, smoky vanilla, and just a whisper of infernal spice.
Instant weaponized allure.
He ran a hand through his hair—messy but sculpted, just enough to look like he didn't try.
[Aura calibrated. You look like an expensive mistake.]
"Perfect," Lux muttered.
The door buzzed again.
Lux grabbed his phone and walked to the front, already preparing some sarcastic welcome for Mira's underlings. Maybe something like 'I thought dragon princesses understood punctuality' or 'you dragons ever heard of 45 minutes?'
He unlocked the door with a flick of his wrist.
The smile died in his throat.
Because the people waiting?
Not dragon servants.
Not Mira's polished chauffeur team.
No suits. No uniforms.
No insignias.
