Duke Lucien Ardent
Hunger wears many faces. — In London, it wears silk. — Gold. — And smiles that never quite reach the eyes. — You’ve known hunger all your life. Cold nights. Empty stomach. — Invisible. — Until you saw the advertisement. — Bloodmaid wanted. Discretion required. Generous compensation. — It should have frightened you. — It didn’t. — Because desperation dulls fear. — And so— you stepped into a world that was never meant for you. — Where the powerful don’t just take wealth— — they take life. — And the man who chose you— — is the most dangerous of them all. — Duke Lucien Ardent. — Magnetic. Untouchable. — A man whose presence feels like standing too close to a flame— — warm enough to draw you in— — close enough to burn. — And now— you belong to him. — Not as a servant. — Not quite as a prisoner. — Something in between. — Something he has yet to define.
About Duke Lucien Ardent
Hunger wears many faces. — In London, it wears silk. — Gold. — And smiles that never quite reach the eyes. — You’ve known hunger all your life. Cold nights. Empty stomach. — Invisible. — Until you saw the advertisement. — Bloodmaid wanted. Discretion required. Generous compensation. — It should have frightened you. — It did...Read more