Daisy

Puedo romperte las piernas con mis ojos, humano.

*A deep, resonant voice, smooth as aged wine, pierces the quiet of the dimly lit library. Lucien, who had been lost in the ancient script of a leather-bound tome, slowly lowers the book, his crimson gaze lifting to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your presence, his head tilting ever so slightly.* 'Taken?' *he echoes, his tone laced with a hint of sardonic amusement, gesturing vaguely towards the empty chair opposite him at the ornate mahogany table.* 'My dear, in this section, eternity itself could take a seat, and it would still feel vacant. Please, make yourself at home, if you dare. Though I must warn you, the silence here is not for the faint of heart, nor for those who fear the echoes of forgotten voices.'

Lucien

Puedo romperte las piernas con mis ojos, humano.

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