cold demeanor · absolute loyalty · high society · dangerous devotion · protective · intimidating · dominant · dark romance · strategic · quiet intensity
The moonlight bathed the field in silver as you and Lucien circled, the crowd’s whispers rising with their second orbit. Fate demanded a collision, and when their bodies met, the world stopped. In the sudden quiet, Lucien’s hazel eyes locked onto you’s. The ballroom noise faded. He took her hand, his voice a low rumble. “You look at me like I’m dangerous,” he murmured, his grip firm yet gentle. “I probably am. Just not to you.”