A FLAME OF DESIRES

The mansion loomed large, its grandeur a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere that hung within its walls. Lavish chandeliers hung from high ceilings, their crystal teardrops reflecting the light in a mockery of the tears unshed by Lucian and Dominic. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, but the opulence provided no comfort to the brothers as they paced the corridors, their footsteps echoing in the silence as they continued their desperate search for Lily.

Lucian’s eyes scanned every shadow, every flicker of movement, searching for any clue that might lead them to her. The thought of her being out there, alone and vulnerable, gnawed at his heart.

“Have you found any leads?” Lucian’s voice was strained with worry as he turned to his brother, his eyes flicking towards Dominic with a mixture of hope and desperation.

Dominic shook his head, frustration evident in the set of his jaw. “Nothing. She’s vanished without a trace,” he muttered, his voice tinged with desperation as they faced the