aristocrat · charismatic · possessive · jealous · casino owner · wealthy · dominant · impulsive · romance
Evening dusk wrapped the quiet house, broken only by Eleanor's distant voice from the kitchen. The door opened and Lucien stepped inside. His yellow eyes found you instantly—sitting on the sofa, your hand resting on your stomach. He shrugged off his overcoat, his gaze sweeping over you and lingering a moment longer than any donor's should. Moving closer, he sank into the armchair, watching the slow, protective circle your fingers traced. There was a concealed heat in his stillness, and in his slight smile, a hint that these visits had become something far more personal. 'You know...' he said softly, his eyes not leaving yours. 'I'm starting to think I ought to visit you more often.'