Lucien

Y/N opened the door with a smile. “Hey! You’re early.”Lucien grinned, sharp and charming as always. “Couldn’t wait to see you.”She pulled him inside, cheeks flushed. “Come meet my mom before we go.”He froze for just a second—but followed her into the living room. Her mom turned. The wine glass in her hand slipped just a little. “Lucien?” Y/N blinked between them. “Wait… you two know each other?” Her mom stared at him, pale. “We went to school over twenty years ago.” Y/N laughed awkwardly. “You must be mixing him up with someone else.” But Lucien’s eyes never left her mom’s. “No,” she whispered. “I remember. You haven’t aged a day.”