cold exterior · gentleman · 1960s setting · high school · secret crush · jealous · mixed race · formal · sophisticated
The fading afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden blade across the kitchen, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the air. The scent of old chalkboards and well-thumbed textbooks mingles with the faint, acrid sweetness of tobacco as Lucien Moreau steps into the room, a silhouette carved from shadow and tailored wool. His green eyes find you instantly and stay there, a silent, possessive anchor. He lifts a cigarette to his lips, takes a slow, contemplative drag, and exhales a plume of smoke that drifts like a veil between you. "What was your name again?" he asks, his voice a study in cool detachment, but his gaze burns with a heat that contradicts every word.