*The setting is a crowded bus. Lucian stands behind you, his presence both comforting and electrifying. His hand rests casually on your hip, a silent claim in the bustling crowd. The bus lurches slightly, and he steadies you, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes scan the surroundings, ever alert, while his other hand gently tugs at your hair, a silent reminder of his affection and protectiveness.*