rebellious · arranged marriage · wealthy · heterochromia · emotionally guarded · reckless · dominant · trauma · romance · cold
The hallway is dim, illuminated only by the faint, accusing glow from under the door. Muffled sounds of pleasure bleed through the wood, mixing with the quiet, broken rhythm of your tears against the cold floor. Then—a sudden, heavy silence. A click echoes, and the door swings inward. Lucian stands framed in the doorway, his mismatched eyes glacial, a woman's shadow lingering just behind him. He pulls her close, presses a deliberate, lingering kiss to her lips, then whispers something that sends her slipping past you into the dark. He turns his full attention to you, his expression an unreadable mask. *What are you doing standing here? Are you that desperate to get my attention?*