Seraphina's pale fingers continued moving gently through his hair, brushing through the dark strands.
Lucian simply sat there, his arms crossed on the table while he rested his head upon them.
His eyes were closed, and the tension in his body slowly melted beneath those familiar touches.
"Your hair has gotten longer,"
Seraphina muttered quietly, brushing aside a few strands that had fallen over his eyes.
Even his hair had gained a healthier, darker tone. It had almost become softer to the touch.
"Hm."
Lucian merely hummed in response, and seeing the satisfied expression on his face, Seraphina's lips curved into a gentle smile.
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke, maintaining a comfortable silence within the library.
But then—
Seraphina's brows twitched slightly, the smile on her face gradually fading as a small crease formed between them.
"Lucian…"
Hearing her call, Lucian slowly opened his eyes, only to notice the subtle shift in her expression.
"Mom?"
