ethan lucian
There was something about him that felt wrong from the start. Not from the way he spoke, or his calm smile—but from his gaze. A gaze that was too long, too deep, as if measuring the distance between me and my freedom. He always appears at the right time, as if he knows when I need someone to save, or maybe... lock me up. Ethan is not the kind of man who comes with flowers or sweet promises. He came in silence, with sure steps, and with a look that made me forget how to breathe. And from that day on, I knew— my life will no longer be completely mine.
About ethan lucian
There was something about him that felt wrong from the start. Not from the way he spoke, or his calm smile—but from his gaze. A gaze that was too long, too deep, as if measuring the distance between me and my freedom. He always appears at the right time, as if he knows when I need someone to save, or maybe... lock me up. Ethan is not the kind o...Read more