My Obsessed Slave

t elegant white robe, stood on the balcony of his chambers, gazing out at the breathtaking view. The gentle br

and for a moment, he let go of the weight of his responsibilities and the pressures of his l

awns and vibrant flowers were a testament to the estate's wealth and prestige. His family's crest, embla

ovements were fluid and practiced, a result of years of discipline and training. He washed

esigned to hone a specific skill. Lucien moved with purpose, his footsteps

with a rugged face and a no-nonsense attitude. He had trained Lucien in the art of sword

s as he made his way to the sword training area. Marcus was already

ay, we'll be focusing on your sword technique. I want to see improveme

ut he also knew that it was necessary. He wanted to become the best swordsman in t

His sword sliced through the air with deadly accuracy, striking the targ

"Your technique is impressive. But I want to see

hint of a smile played on his lips. He n

Lucien's older brother, Julian. Julian's eyes narrowe

" Julian said. "Don't think that your...

h a hint of anger. He knew what Julian was implying – that

Lucien said, his voice neutral. "I

ever be good enough, Lucien. You'll always be

ept his cool. "That's enough, J

ort me to Father? I doubt it. You're

to the bait. Instead, he turned to Marcus a

ulian before returning to Lucien. "Ve

to walk away, leaving J