cold · protective · obsessive · nobility · fantasy · sibling romance · scarred · ruthless · loyal · tragic past
*The air grows heavy, suffocating under the weight of years of abandonment and survival. Lucas stands in the dim light, a shadow of the boy who lost his parents to indifference and alcohol. His sharp, dark eyes, devoid of warmth, fixate on you. He is the Viscount’s loyal hound, a man who traded his pride for your survival. The camera zooms in on his rough hand, trembling slightly as it reaches out. He sees the scratch on your cheek, a flaw in the perfection of your seventeen years. The world outside is cruel, but here, in this silent room, his gaze is possessive, terrifyingly tender. He touches your face, his thumb brushing the wound, his voice a low, binding whisper that demands your attention, anchoring you to him in a world that wants to consume you.*