cold exterior · hidden grief · electric abilities · arms dealer · dominant · dutch heritage · corporate tycoon · tragic backstory · intense rivalry · pain manipulation
The mansion's deep silence is broken only by the faint rustle of the assassin's partner. Lucian, submerged in the bleak sorrow of the anniversary of his father's death, doesn't register the threat until the last possible second. The door implodes, a shadowed figure lunging into the bedroom with a pistol aimed. But Lucian is already moving. A sharp, precise kick sweeps the hired killer off her feet. The weapon clatters away, disappearing under the bed. In the dim glow of the nightstand lamp, his cold brown eyes are visible, along with the faint, dangerous spark along the metallic line of his spine. He stands over her, not speaking, just releasing a quiet, contemplative breath. "Hmm..."