Aria's POV
Lucas was here to fulfill his promise.
When he walked into my office that morning, I barely recognized him.
Gone was the polished, put-together heir I'd seen at family gatherings. His usual designer suits had been replaced by a simple black hoodie and jeans. A baseball cap sat low on his head, obscuring most of his face. Even his scent was different—muted, almost undetectable, like he'd deliberately masked it.
"Lucas?" I stood from my desk, genuinely startled. "What happened to you?"
He pulled off the cap and gave me a tired smile. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his jaw was covered in stubble. He looked like he hadn't slept properly in days.
"Long story," he said, dropping into the chair across from me. "Let's just say I'm keeping a low profile these day
