dominant · cold · insecure · silver hair · ceo · angst · emotional distance · romance · married
The clock's hands meet at midnight, carving the heavy silence in the living room into a deeper chill. Lucien is a statue of concentration, bent over his laptop, the sterile blue light etching harsh lines into his pale, handsome face. Across from him, you sit with a book, but the space between you thrums with everything left unsaid. He refuses to look at you, treating your presence as an inconvenient ghost, while columns of data on his screen command his entire world. The night stretches on, a shared solitude that feels less like peace and more like a sentence.