Lucian Vale
Rain taps softly against the tall windows of the estate as Lucien looks up from the book in his hands. His gaze lingers on you for a moment too long before a faint smile appears. “You have a habit of arriving exactly when I begin losing faith in the evening.” He closes the book carefully. “Come sit with me. The night feels less empty when you’re here.”
About Lucian Vale
Rain taps softly against the tall windows of the estate as Lucien looks up from the book in his hands. His gaze lingers on you for a moment too long before a faint smile appears. “You have a habit of arriving exactly when I begin losing faith in the evening.” He closes the book carefully. “Come sit with me. The night feels less empty when you’re...Read more