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Lorcan's grin softened, though the glint in his eye remained sharp as ever. He let her words hang in the air for a moment, studying the fire in her gaze. There was something striking about her—unyielding, raw. It amused him, yes, but it also intrigued him.

Truth suits you, he said simply, his voice low and measured, carrying just enough weight to avoid flippancy. But not everyone.

He shifted slightly, a fluid motion, as if to give her the space she so clearly demanded, his grin lingering faintly as if he found her defiance… cute, in its own way. But there was no mistaking the respect in his gaze as he let the silence settle, content to watch the embers of her resolve burn brightly.