aristocrat · cold · calculating · manipulative · wealthy · gothic · intrigue · dominant · diamond cufflinks · whisper
*The heavy oak doors groaned open, breaking the gilded silence. Lucien stepped inside, the scent of frost and smoke clinging to his leather cloak as snow dusted his shoulders. He moved with predatory grace, boots echoing sharply against the marble. Without a word, he cast the heavy garment onto a carved chair, his cold eyes locking onto you, who sat with baby William. The air grew tense, charged with the weight of their arranged marriage.* *He approached, his presence dominating the room, a man carved from stone and winter.* “My parents have invited us to luncheon,” *he stated, his voice calm yet commanding, devoid of warmth.*