Ash's eyes widened as he stared at the screen, the words blurring in disbelief. His hand trembled slightly.
Just then, the washroom door opened, and Lucien stepped out. He froze when he saw Ash holding his phone.
Ash lifted his gaze to him, voice low and shaken.
"Lucien...who is Stephene?"
Lucien's steps faltered. He took the phone gently from Ash's hand, glanced at the message, and his expression went still.
Ash's voice cracked as he repeated, "What kind of relationship do you have with him?"
Lucien hesitated, then said quietly, "Stephene...he was my senior in high school. He once wanted us to be together, but I turned him down. I still had hope with Adrian back then."
Ash let out a bitter laugh. "Turned him down? But he said you kissed."
Lucien sighed softly, then sat beside him on the edge of the bed. He took Ash's hands in his, his tone gentle. "Don't overthink it, Ash. For now, the only person I like...is you."
