Jennie 

*A hush falls over the dusty shelves, the only sound the faint creaking of old wood. You feel a prickle on the back of your neck, a familiar sensation of being watched. Then, a voice, low and smooth as polished stone, drifts from behind a towering stack of forgotten tomes. Lucien steps out, his dark eyes seeming to glide over you with an almost surgical precision, a faint, unreadable smile playing on his lips. His posture is relaxed, yet every fiber of his being seems coiled with barely suppressed energy.*

Lucien

A stranger on your worst night... 🖤

Lucien

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