Trapped Between The Duclair Brothers

The maid led Aria down a quiet corridor, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floors. Every step echoed, the house too large, too silent, as if it was holding its breath.

"This will be your room, miss". The maid said, opening a pair of tall white doors.

Aria stepped inside and froze.

The room was massive. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked rolling green hills and distant mountains, crisp white sheets. There was a sitting area by the windows, a desk made of dark wood, and a walk-in wardrobe that looked bigger than her entire bedroom back in Brooklyn.

Beautiful.

Perfect.

And completely unfamiliar.

"Dinner will be announced shortly," The maid added quietly before taking her leave.

Aria stood there for a long moment, her suitcase still in her hand. None of it felt real. None of it felt like hers.

She dropped her bag by the bed and walked into the wardrobe, staring at the empty shelves waiting to be filled. The silence pressed in on her chest. Back home, her room was messy, cramped, loud. It smelt like old books and cheap perfume. It felt lived in.

This felt like a showroom.

Exhaustion finally caught up with her. She kicked off her shoes, collapsed onto the bed, and before she could even process where she was, sleep pulled her under.

Her phone buzzing against the mattress woke her.

Aria groaned, squinting at the screen.

Cassie.

She hesitated, then answered.

"Hey," she said quietly.

"Oh my God," Cassie breathed. "Aria, I'm so sorry. I should have picked up. I didn't know."

"It's fine," Aria cut in, rubbing her forehead.

'I'm okay."

A pause.

"Where are you?"

"Paris."

Another pause. Longer this time.

"Paris? Cassie repeated. "Like... Paris-Paris?"

"Yeah," Aria said, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. "Long story."

Cassie sounded shaken now. "I didn't mean for anything to happen. I swear, I feel horrible."

"I know," Aria said softly. And she did, but hearing Cassie's voice made everything feel farther away. Like Brooklyn belonged to another version of her.

They talked for a few more minutes about nothing important, about everything she wasn't there for anymore. When the call ended, the room felt even quieter.

A soft knock came at the door.

"Miss Aria," a voice called. "Dinner is ready."

The dining room looked like something out of a magazine. A long table, perfectly set plates, soft lighting. Valentin Duclair sat at the head, composed as ever. Cecilia sat beside him, elegant and restrained. Adrien offered Aria a small, reassuring smile as she took her seat, and she forced one back.

Lucien arrived last.

He moved with an unbothered ease, one hand shoved into his pocket as he pulled out his chair. He didn't rush, didn't apologize. His forearm rested casually against the table, sleeve pushed up just enough to reveal his bicep and ink disappearing beneath his shirt cuff.

He looked bored. Dangerous. Like he'd already decided he didn't want to be there.

"Why did someone this rude have to have such good features?" Aria thought to herself as she stared at him. Lucien turned his head towards her, and she jolted back to reality.

Halfway through the meal, Valentin set down his cutlery.

"Aria", he said calmly, turning to her. "You'll be enrolling at Saint Clair Academy. It's already arranged".

Her fork paused in mid-air.

"Oh, okay," she said, forcing a smile, not like she cared about what school she attended anyway.

"You'll be in the final year," Cecilia added gently.

Adrien glanced at her, offering a small smile.

"We'll be in the same class," he said. "I can help you find your way around".

Lucien let out a quiet, humorless laugh.

Valentin's gaze shifted. "Something amusing?"

Lucien leaned back in his chair. "Just interesting how everything is always arranged".

Cecilia's voice tightened. "Lucien, please."

"No," He replied flatly. "I'm tired of pretending this is normal."

Valentin's expression remained calm. "Your grades are slipping."

Lucien's jaw clenched. "Stop monitoring my life."

"You're wasting opportunities," Valentin said evenly. "Opportunities others would kill for."

Lucien scoffed. "Right. Because I'm not Adrien."

The table went still.

Lucien pushed his chair back, standing abruptly.

His eyes flickered to Aria. Sharp, assessing, like he was trying to decide something

Then his gaze hardened.

"Enjoy the school," he said flatly, before turning and walking out.

No one followed him.

Valentin cleared his throat and resumed eating. Cecilia stared at her plate. Adrien looked uncomfortable, like he wanted to say something but didn't know how.

Aria's mind stayed on the sound of Lucien's footsteps disappearing down the hall.

She told herself that she didn't care that Lucien walked out.

The lie sat heavily in her chest.