Love is magnificent.

Obsession is maddening.

And sometimes, the most unsettling things hold the most hauntingly beautiful depths.

"I love him." Flora whispered.

Her voice was barely audible. She looked at Lucia, her eyes carrying a quiet hurt and confusion. There were no tears, only a question she was struggling to ask.

"And I don’t." Lucia said calmly. "But still, I want him."

Her expression remained unreadable, almost as though she had just stated a simple fact. She held Flora’s gaze without the slightest hint of hesitation.

Flora stared at her for a moment, trying to understand the woman standing in front of her.

"Why do you want him?" she asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.

Lucia tilted her head slightly.

"Why do I want him?" she repeated, letting the question linger on her tongue with an uncertainty she hadn’t expected. Even she didn’t know the answer to it.

She took a slow sip of her drink.

"That’s not what we are here for." Lucia said calmly. "You give me what I want, and I am willing to give you what you want."

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