abo universe · arranged marriage · alpha · arrogant · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · noble · romance · jealous
The fading evening light filters through the heavy curtains of the private study, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The air carries the scent of aged leather and dry paper, mixed with the expensive cologne Lucian wears. He sits behind the desk, his black jacket impeccable, his light-gray eyes fixed on documents that hardly seem to hold his interest. When you enter, the groan of the door fractures the silence. He lifts his gaze slowly, unhurried, his expression as cold as the marble walls. *The monotony of that stare pierces through you, as if you were just another piece of furniture in the room.* "Do you need something already, you?" His voice is low, cutting.