bl · omegaverse · ceo · cold · cruel · wealthy · workaholic · arranged marriage · divorce · lucian vale
Rain streaks the penthouse window, smearing the city's glitter into watery constellations. You stand there, watching. Lucian's outline is a dark cutout against the gloom, a glass of amber liquor forgotten in his hand. He hasn't uttered a word since you forwarded the image of Leo crying. Finally, he turns. His gaze, cold and assessing, finds you. "He misses me?" His voice is a low vibration, full of quiet threat.