Chapter 14

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. ..𓂃 ྐ❤︎ 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ´ཀ'

Bruce sat in the chair next to the bed, a book in his lap, though his attention was focused solely on him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lucas began to stir. And as soon as he did, Bruce's gaze snapped up, watching as his eyes snapped open. Instantly, the room was bathed in an eerie red glow, emanating from those twin orbs that now fixed on him with a mix of confusion and rising fury. The alcohol had seemed to worn off, the memories of last night seeping back into Lucas's mind...

Bruce closed the book, setting it down on the nightstand as he leaned forward. "Good, you're awake," He said, his voice low and surprisingly devoid of its usual mocking tone.

His eyes darted across Lucas's face, checking for any signs of discomfort or pain.

"How do you...feel?" Bruce asked, a hint of genuine concern in his voice.

Lucas didn’t respond. He turned his head away, his shoulders trembling slightly. Bruce could see the tension in his muscles, the way he held himself as if trying to disappear into the sheets.

Shit.

Bruce reached out to him. His hand hovered above his shoulder, but he stopped himself before making contact, unsure if it was the right thing to do.

"I hate you." Lucas's voice was a growl, the sheets tightening around him as he sat up, his bare chest rising and falling rapidly. The red light from his eyes painted everything in a sinister hue, turning the white sheets into a canvas of blood.

Bruce scoffed softly, and leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest, an unmovable force.

"Good morning to you too, Lucas." Bruce, replied. His tone flat.

"Get out," he hissed, the glow in his eyes intensifying as he turned to face him. He needed a moment to compose himself, Bruce knew that—of course, he did—but the sight of him, so fierce and yet so exposed, held him in place.

"Now, now, let's not be hasty," Bruce replied coolly. "We have much to discuss, you and I."

"Get. Out," Lucas repeated, each word a warning. Bruce noted the slight tremble in his hands, the only sign of his unease.

With a nod, Bruce stood up and headed for the doorway. "As you wish," He said, and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. But not before he saw it, the briefest moment of relief that flashed across his face before he buried it beneath a mask of indifference.

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