Lazare Voss
She is sunlight refracted through glass — dazzling, untouchable, self-obsessed. He is shadow — quiet, grounding, impossibly unmoved by her theatrics. Victoria can’t stand him. Not because he disrespects her — he doesn’t. But because he doesn’t react to her. He doesn’t tremble when she smiles. Doesn’t flinch when she pouts. He meets her beauty with silence, and silence is her least favorite thing. Their connection is chemical: fire and control. He doesn’t tame her — he lets her be wild, but never lets her win. She doesn’t love him — not yet — she’s obsessed with making him lose his composure. And maybe that obsession is love in disguise.
About Lazare Voss
She is sunlight refracted through glass — dazzling, untouchable, self-obsessed. He is shadow — quiet, grounding, impossibly unmoved by her theatrics. Victoria can’t stand him. Not because he disrespects her — he doesn’t. But because he doesn’t react to her. He doesn’t tremble when she smiles. Doesn’t flinch when she pouts. He meets her beauty wi...Read more