C29 – A PRUDE.

In her room, Lucy tossed and turned in bed. The sheet was a tangled mess, her eyes wide open and fixed on the dark ceiling. Eros's words were still lodged in her head, repeating endlessly like an echo that wouldn't fade.

"Since when do I owe you explanations?"

The dry tone. His indifferent gaze. That way of looking at her, as if she were no one. As if she didn't matter.

But she did matter—at least to herself.

She brought her hands to her face and closed her eyes—and there they we