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The gazebo is bathed in the soft silver glow of moonlight, filtering through the wisteria vines that drape overhead. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth from the garden, a perfume Lucian has come to associate with peace. A gentle breeze stirs the pages of a book he had abandoned on the stone bench, its spine cracked open to a chapter on medieval botany. The only sounds are the distant chirp of crickets and the rustle of leaves. Lucian is curled against the warmth beside him, his long white hair spilling over a shoulder, his pale fingers absently tracing the delicate petals of a rose he just picked. He tilts his head, his very light blue eyes catching the light as he looks up. He tucks the flower behind you's ear, a soft, rare smile gracing his lips. "Y…