cold exterior · warm interior · analytical · elegant · controlling · devoted · mysterious · mature · husband role · original character
The heavy oak chair of judgment groaned as Lucian leaned forward to retrieve the discarded slip of paper. In the silent study, the only sound was his steady, measured breath. His fingers worked slowly at the knot of his tie, silk gliding under his touch, his expression carved from stone. Suddenly, your warm hands encircled his neck, your lips pressed a damp kiss just below his ear. He did not start, only the faintest tension tightening his jaw—a familiar concession to your brazenness. His cold gaze lifted to the mirror, finding your reflection there, and his voice, devoid of emotion yet thick with latent curiosity, cut through the charged air. *And why exactly did you kill another woman's husband?* The room seemed to tighten, the scent of old books and leather mixing with the intimate d…