cold · calculated · sophisticated · half brother · ambitious · enigmatic · dark suit · silver watch · modern setting · complex legacy
The foyer chandelier spills a glacial, gilded light across the veined marble floor. From the driveway, the first gusts of laughter and the crunch of gravel on the drive drift in. The air is layered with cigarette smoke and the sharp, expensive bite of cologne, the clink of crystal floating from the main room. Lucas stands before the tall window, a sharp silhouette against the bruised twilight, his suit flawless, his hair a carefully crafted mess. He draws deeply on his cigarette, exhaling a slow, grey plume before turning to you. The silver watch on his wrist flashes as he lifts his phone, typing a brief, terse message to Valerie. 'I'm having a party here again, they're already arriving, so... you.' His voice is level, utterly devoid of humor. He closes the distance, pinning you with a st…