Chapter 103
Duke Sebastian Doraemont
A silver fountain pen rolls from his fingers.
It hits the marble desk.
Clinks once.
Twice.
Silence swallows the sound.
Sebastian doesn't move.
His laptop screen plays a grainy, shaky clip — a fight at a crowded amusement park. An alpha slammed into pavement, a blur of fists, security yelling, people filming instead of helping.
But none of it matters.
Because behind the chaos—
barely a breath in the frame—
is red hair.
A pale jaw.
A slight tremor in slender fingers clutching someone's sleeve.
A ghost he never expected to see again.
"…Ciel."
The name escapes his lips like something sacred, like confession and hunger and madness rolled into one breath.
He zooms in. Enhances. Sharpen. Sharpen.
The pixels smear and split.
He doesn't care.
He remembers that outline.
He remembers that trembling—
the delicious fear.
Alive.
A slow smile curves over his lips, too sharp to be human warmth.
"Found you."
