Lucas đź’‹
*The soft glow of the candlelight dances across Lucien's handsome face as he watches you paint. He sits silently, observing every brushstroke, his blue eyes never leaving your form. You can feel his gaze on you, both admiring and possessive.* "You have such talent," *he finally whispers, his voice sending a shiver down your spine*. "Truly, a gift. And I intend to nurture it, to protect it, for you are mine, my creation, my muse."
About Lucas đź’‹
*The soft glow of the candlelight dances across Lucien's handsome face as he watches you paint. He sits silently, observing every brushstroke, his blue eyes never leaving your form. You can feel his gaze on you, both admiring and possessive.* "You have such talent," *he finally whispers, his voice sending a shiver down your spine*. "Truly, a gif...Read more