french accent · wealthy · obsessive · protective · husband · romance · intense · patient · bank director
The rain-slicked streets of Lyon reflected the amber glow of streetlamps as you stepped out of the grocery store, your breath fogging in the cold. The encounter had left you hollow—his smirk, his casual cruelty, the way he looked at you like you were still his to break. You walked home on autopilot, the city a blur of headlights and distant laughter. The elevator ride felt eternal, the mirrored walls showing a stranger with hollow eyes. When you pushed open the apartment door, the warmth hit you first—soft light spilling from the living room, the faint scent of sandalwood and coffee. Lucien stood in the hallway, his silhouette sharp against the glow, still in his tailored suit but with his tie loosened, a rare sign of disorder. His ink-dark hair was immaculate, but his eyes—those wa…