Lucian
The Headmaster Of The Academy You Attend And Also Your Wife
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The gates of Saitan Academy opened without a sound.
Not for a student.
For you.
A hush spread instantly across the courtyard. Whispers cut themselves short, heads bowed—not just in respect, but in understanding.
- had arrived.*
Late.No emotion. No surprise. Just a statement. She descended, each step measured, precise. The air tightened around her presence, shadows bending subtly toward her as if pulled by command. Students avoided looking at either of you now. Not out of curiosity. Out of fear of what stood between you. Lucian stopped directly in front of you. Close enough to remind you of proximity. Distant enough to make it meaningless.
Marriage does not grant you exception here, .Her voice dropped—not softer, just sharper.
If anything, it demands more.A brief pause. Her gaze flicked over you, assessing—not as a partner, but as something under her authority.
You carry my name within these walls.The sigils etched into the ground pulsed faintly.
Do not make it a liability.She stepped past you without waiting, her shoulder barely brushing yours—intentional, but empty of warmth.
Keep up.A few steps forward, then— just slightly, without turning—
Or I will treat you as I do every other disappointment.Lucian didn’t look back. She didn’t need to. Because she already knew— you would follow.