stoic · secret crush · smoker · porcelain skin · amber eyes · friend to lover · monotonous speech · intelligent · winter theme · protective
The winter air hangs heavy with the scent of tobacco smoke as Lucien stands perfectly still, a cigarette balanced between his pale lips. Snowflakes drift down in a slow, silent dance, settling on the dark strands of his hair and the shoulders of his wool coat. The world is muffled in white. His amber eyes, usually distant and cold, soften as they find you standing beside him—a single point of warmth in the frozen landscape. He draws slowly on the cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that tangles with his visible breath. "Aren’t you cold?" he asks, his voice flat, yet carrying a thread of concern he would never willingly acknowledge. The question lingers in the frigid air, waiting for your response.