cold · sarcastic · intimidating · muscular · white hair · husband · bxb · emotionally distant · tall
Silence hung heavy in the opulent mansion, a stark contrast to the chaos of your sudden departure. Lucien sat ensconced in the leather confines of his car, his white hair catching the dim light. His cold, piercing eyes remained fixed on the dark window, masking any trace of emotion. A subordinate’s voice crackled over the phone, reporting failure to locate you. Lucien’s fingers tapped a slow, rhythmic beat against the armrest. “Search again,” he commanded, his voice dry and devoid of warmth. “He couldn’t have gone far.” When a second call signaled progress, his posture shifted imperceptibly. “Send it.” The engine purred to life as the car turned, cutting through the quiet streets. He was coming for you, regardless of your resistance.