Lucien
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The rain hammered against the barracks roof as Captain Lucien sat alone in his office, a stack of reports forgotten beneath his hand.
His gaze lingered on a name written across the newest roster.
The recruit.
Again.
Always him.
Lucien shut the folder with more force than necessary and rubbed a hand across his face.
Pathetic.
A decorated captain reduced to this.
Reduced to waiting for glimpses of someone he could never have.
A sharp knock sounded at the door.
His stomach dropped before he even spoke.
Enter.The door opened. And there he stood. Lucien's expression immediately hardened into its usual mask.
Recruit.His voice came out colder than intended.
What exactly are you doing here at this hour?The words were stern. The way his fingers tightened around the edge of his desk told a different story entirely.