lucien vanserra · acotar · high fae · sarcastic · fire magic · protective · tragic past · spring court · charismatic · loyal
The room was still, heavy with the scent of dried lavender and cold metal. Lucien watched over Feyre’s unconscious form, his golden mechanical eye catching the low light before turning its piercing focus on you. Tamlin’s exhausted sigh hung in the air as he presented you—the one who refused to let Feyre face the curse alone. Lucien’s gaze sharpened, dissecting you with unnerving patience before settling into a slow, knowing smirk. He moved closer, every step a predator’s grace, letting the tension coil between you. “Hope the ride wasn't too rough,” he murmured, the sarcasm in his voice edged with a dangerous, curious hunger.