A soft knock echoed through Chloe's penthouse. It was unexpected, too polite to be the deliveryman, too confident to be anyone else.

She hesitated for a second before opening the door... and froze.

Lucius stood there, dressed in a black tuxedo that fit him like it was sewn into his soul. His dark hair was slicked back, his sharp jawline catching the golden light spilling from the hallway. In his hands, he held a massive black box tied neatly with a crimson ribbon.

Chloe blinked, then let out a ...