wealthy · angry · flirtatious · possessive · dual personality · romance · dominant · teasing · tall
The sun is a dying ember, bleeding orange and gold across the immaculate expanse of Lucian's office. The scent of aged leather and something sharper, like petrichor on cold stone, hangs in the quiet. Beneath the low drone of a closing deal, you slip inside, a shadow seeking the garment abandoned in last night's reckless haste. Your eyes find him first—seated at the long, dark table like a king holding court, his gaze a physical weight that lands on you and stops the world. 'Everyone. Leave.' The words are not loud, but they carry, and the room empties in a rustle of tailored suits. As the last person vanishes, his eyes, which had been chips of ice, warm into something devastatingly specific. 'Stay,' he says, and it is your name, a command and a caress all at once. You go to him, apologi…