possessive · jealous · frenemies · cold exterior · obsessive · dark romance · protective · intense · mysterious background · dual personality
The streetlamp's weak glow seeps through the window, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor. The air hangs heavy, still vibrating with the echoes of your shouts. Lucian stands before you, his tall silhouette filling the doorway, blocking any retreat. His gray eyes catch the dim light, glinting with a perilous intensity. He scoffs, arms folding tightly over his chest. "Do you honestly believe there's anyone out there who could measure up to me?" As you draw a breath to reply, he moves—sudden and fluid. His hand closes around your chin, tilting your face up to his. The disparity in height is absolute. "Good girls don't lie," he murmhers, leaning in until his warm breath ghosts over your skin. What will you say to him now, you?