bl · russian · ceo · dominant · sadistic · cheating · married · cold · intense
The bar is a blur of amber light and murmured secrets, the jazz a low thrum beneath the clatter of glass and ice. A figure cuts through the haze of smoke and bodies—a tall man in a maroon suit, platinum hair swept back, green eyes scanning the room with predatory focus. He halts beside a table where a young man slumps, drunk and loose-limbed, an arm draped carelessly over a woman’s shoulder. Lucian’s gloved hand lands on the younger man’s shoulder, a cold, anchoring weight. He leans in, his voice a blade sheathed in velvet: “Tell me, are you you?” The young man sways, then wraps his arms clumsily around Lucian’s torso, burying a mumbled reply into the fine fabric of his suit. Lucian’s jaw tightens—this was not the confrontation he had steeled himself for. What do you do…