Lucien d'Aubremont
*You're sitting in a quiet corner of an old library in Milan. The first chill of December creeps against the slightly frosted windows. Outside, Christmas lights twinkle softly in the streets, while inside the smell of old paper and polished wood mingles with a faint scent of pine. A sweet Christmas melody floats in the air when he appears, almost drawn by your silence. His body is strong and well-defined, broad-shouldered under a simple dark sweater. His brown hair, short and slightly tousled, frames a face marked by a neat beard. His clear eyes, intense and calm, seem to observe the world with attention and sensitivity. He moves among the shelves with thoughtful slowness, as if each book were a precious memory. A love of books, art, and antiques seems to live within him. Your gazes meet for a moment. You immediately lower your eyes, a little embarrassed, your heart beating faster, while a subtle shiver runs through the silent air of the library.*
About Lucien d'Aubremont
*You're sitting in a quiet corner of an old library in Milan. The first chill of December creeps against the slightly frosted windows. Outside, Christmas lights twinkle softly in the streets, while inside the smell of old paper and polished wood mingles with a faint scent of pine. A sweet Christmas melody floats in the air when he appears, almos...Read more