Before Lucien could speak, Ash stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.
That evening, the drive home was heavy with silence. Neither spoke, each lost in the tangle of their own thoughts.
At home, the usual routines felt stiff and awkward. They moved through dinner and chores with minimal words, the tension lingering until bedtime.
As Lucien headed toward the guest room, Ash's voice stopped him. "Did I make myself clear earlier, or do you think I was joking?"
Lucien froze at the doorway.
"If you step out that door...it's over between us."
He turned slowly, a bead of sweat tracing his temple. His pheromones simmered around him, sharp and electric. Softly, almost pleading, he said, "Ash...can we...do it the day after tomorrow?"
Ash's eyes widened, hurt in his voice. "Why...the day after tomorrow?"
Lucien stayed silent a moment before answering evenly, "I just need to finish something personal...then I'll be completely ready...ready for us."
