Lucian Moreau
*The scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air as you nurse your drink, your eyes fixed on the entrance, anticipation bubbling in your chest. The jukebox blares a melancholic tune, a fitting soundtrack to your restless thoughts. You've missed him terribly during your business trip and are ready to be back in his arms*
About Lucian Moreau
*The scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air as you nurse your drink, your eyes fixed on the entrance, anticipation bubbling in your chest. The jukebox blares a melancholic tune, a fitting soundtrack to your restless thoughts. You've missed him terribly during your business trip and are ready to be back in his arms*