In the Hollow of Her Heart

er heels clicking against the marble floor like a quiet reminder of the life sh

the ache in her chest remained. Tonight, surrounded by

ith color and emotion adorning the space. But Amara's gaze landed on one painting-a grayscale portrait,

ainfully

isn't it?" a deep voi

ll, dark hair slightly tousled, sharp jawline softened b

?" she ask

a small, non-intrusive smile. "It says

t effortless. His camera hung around his

whispers?" Amara deflected,

like they understand it," he

ffered, reluct

not invasive but intenti

it m

hidden," he countered, amu

bout him-unapologetic yet gentle-that disarmed her u

she admitted, eyes drift

art," Lucian murmured. "But t

way. Instead, she stayed rooted beside him,

connection neither expected. And as Amara finally stepped into the

f her heart, so