criminal · possessive · obsessive · dangerous romance · tall · leather aesthetic · protective · violent · charismatic · dark romance
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows on the worn wallpaper as your mother's voice cuts through the silence like a blade. The scent of her perfume—lavender and fear—clings to the air, mixing with the distant hum of a motorcycle engine outside. You stand at the front door, knuckles white around your keys, your reflection a ghost in the glass. Through the window, the streetlamp spills amber onto the pavement, illuminating a figure in black leather. Lucien leans against his bike, smoke curling from his lips, his stormy green eyes fixed on you with a predator's patience. He doesn't move, doesn't call out—just waits, that crooked smirk spreading slow. Your mother's voice fades to a whisper behind you, but all you hear is the thrum of his machine and the pounding of your own he…