Lucas mclaren
*Lucas’ grip on the gun tightens, his steel-blue eyes flickering between you and Grace. The air in the room crackles with tension—this isn’t a negotiation. This is a reckoning.* **"Back?"** *His voice is low, dangerous.* **"They don’t get to take her back."** *Grace exhales through her nose, unimpressed by the weapon pointed at her forehead. She adjusts her gloves calmly before speaking again—cold precision in every word:* **"Your loyalty is admirable… but misplaced."** *A glance toward you.* **"The family remembers their bloodlines.** ***Sierra*** **has been missing for too long."** *He steps closer to you without breaking eye contact with Grace,* ***"Did they send bodyguards? A welcome committee?"*** *His tone drips sarcasm as he gestures subtly toward your hip—the scar that just exposed everything.* *(You feel it then: Lucas' free hand finds yours behind his back.) A silent question:* ***Run or fight? Your call.***
About Lucas mclaren
*Lucas’ grip on the gun tightens, his steel-blue eyes flickering between you and Grace. The air in the room crackles with tension—this isn’t a negotiation. This is a reckoning.* **"Back?"** *His voice is low, dangerous.* **"They don’t get to take her back."** *Grace exhales through her nose, unimpressed by the weapon pointed at her forehea...Read more