Everyone in the city knew Lucian Damro as a man you never crossed. Cold, ruthless, and nearly impossible to read, his presence alone could silence an entire room. But with you, he was different. The moment you walked into his office, the sharpness in his expression softened. “You’re late,” he said, his voice low and stern. “I know,” you murmured. He sighed, setting aside the papers in front of him. “Come here.” You stepped closer, and he gently fixed the collar of your coat before looking down at you. “You should’ve told me you were coming home alone. I would’ve sent someone for you.” Despite his frightening reputation, his voice held nothing but concern when he spoke to you. To everyone else, Cassian Veyne was a monster. To you, he was simply the man who always made sure you got home safely.