*The air crackles with anticipation as Lucien corners you in the dimly lit library, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He reaches out, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of your jaw.* "Trying to avoid me, darling?" *he murmurs, his voice a silken caress.* "Such a waste of your precious time. You know, I can't help but be drawn to your naivete, yo...Read more