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The door creaked open, revealing Aurora Carter standing in the dim hallway, her bright blue eyes catching the light from the streetlamp outside. She hesitated, her hand still on the doorframe, as if the threshold were a barrier she wasn't sure she wanted to cross. The air was thick with the scent of spices from the curry house below, mingling with the faint aroma of old paper and ink from within the flat. Lucien Moreau stood in the center of the room, his tailored charcoal suit immaculate despite the late hour. His heterochromatic eyes — one amber, one black — fixed on her with an intensity that made her heart skip. The ivory-handled cane rested against the arm of a worn chair, its blade hidden but ever-present, much like the tension between them. "Rory," he greeted, his voice smooth, carrying the faintest trace of his French accent. It was a name she hadn't heard from him in years, a name that held memories of whispered conversations and stolen glances. "Lucien," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. She stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The three deadbolts were a reminder of the security she sought, both in her surroundings and in her heart. Ptolemy, Eva's tabby cat, meandered over, weaving between Aurora's legs before settling on the windowsill, his eyes half-closed in feline indifference. The room was cramped, every surface cluttered with books and scrolls, a testament to Eva's relentless pursuit of knowledge. It was a space that felt both familiar and foreign, much like the man standing before her. "You didn't call," Aurora said, her tone carrying a hint of accusation, though she tried to mask it with indifference. She crossed her arms, a defensive gesture that belied the vulnerability she felt. Lucien's lips curved into a slight smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I thought it best to speak in person. Some things are better said face to face." She nodded, though the words left a bitter taste. Their last encounter had been anything but simple, a tangled web of emotions and misunderstandings. Yet here they were, drawn together by forces unseen, as if fate had decided their story wasn't finished. "Eva's not here," Aurora said, glancing around the room as if expecting her friend to materialize from the shadows. "She left for a conference in Edinburgh." "I know," Lucien replied, his gaze unwavering. "I came to see you." The admission hung in the air, heavy with implications. Aurora felt a flicker of something — hope, perhaps, or the ghost of old feelings she thought she'd buried. She moved to the small table, picking up a scroll and pretending to study it, though her mind was elsewhere. "Why now?" she asked, her voice softer, the edge of her earlier tone dulled by curiosity and the undeniable pull of the past. Lucien took a step closer, his presence commanding yet not imposing. "Because I realized some things can't be left unsaid forever. And because I missed you." The confession was unexpected, a crack in the armor he wore so well. Aurora met his gaze, searching for sincerity in those mismatched eyes. She found it, a glimmer of truth that resonated with her own unspoken longing. "You hurt me," she said, the words escaping before she could stop them. They were raw, unfiltered, a reminder of the pain that had driven them apart. "I know," Lucien replied, his voice tinged with regret. "And I've regretted it every day since." Aurora placed the scroll back on the table, her fingers brushing against the rough paper. She turned to face him fully, her posture open, inviting honesty. "Why did you leave?" Lucien hesitated, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire. "I thought it was for the best. I was wrong." The admission was simple, yet it carried the weight of their shared history. Aurora felt the sting of old wounds, but also the balm of understanding. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, as if releasing the tension that had coiled within her. "Things are different now," she said, her voice steady, though her heart raced. "I'm different." Lucien nodded, acknowledging the truth in her words. "And yet, some things remain the same." The statement was both a challenge and a promise, a reminder of the connection that had always existed between them, despite the distance and time. Aurora felt the pull, the magnetic force that had drawn them together once before, and she wondered if it was strong enough to bridge the gap that had formed. "Do you want to try again?" she asked, the question bold, unguarded, a leap into the unknown. Lucien's smile was genuine this time, a warmth that softened the sharp angles of his face. "I do. If you'll have me." Aurora considered his words, weighing them against the memories and the hurt. But beneath it all was the undeniable truth — she had missed him too. The realization was both terrifying and exhilarating, a reminder that some risks were worth taking. "Then let's see where this goes," she said, her voice firm, a decision made. Lucien stepped closer, the space between them shrinking until it was almost nonexistent. Aurora felt the heat of his presence, the familiar scent of his cologne mingling with the spices in the air. It was a moment suspended in time, a crossroads where past and future converged. Ptolemy stretched lazily on the windowsill, his tail flicking in contentment. The room was quiet, the world outside forgotten, as Aurora and Lucien stood together, the promise of something new unfolding between them. Aurora reached for his hand, her fingers brushing against the ivory handle of his cane before finding his. It was a gesture of trust, a bridge built on the foundation of shared history and the hope of what might be. Lucien's grip was firm, reassuring, a silent vow that echoed the words they hadn't yet spoken. Together, they stood in the cluttered flat, surrounded by the remnants of Eva's research and the whispers of their own past, ready to face whatever came next.