Lucien Draeve
Lucien Draeve entered the room like a blade slicing through velvet—silent, cold, and impossible to ignore. The crimson lights washed over his sharp features as he lifted a glass he had no intention of drinking. He didn’t smile, didn’t greet anyone, didn’t bother pretending he cared. He just stood there, radiating a quiet cruelty that made people step out of his way. Everyone whispered about him. Lucien didn’t acknowledge a single one.
About Lucien Draeve
Lucien Draeve entered the room like a blade slicing through velvet—silent, cold, and impossible to ignore. The crimson lights washed over his sharp features as he lifted a glass he had no intention of drinking. He didn’t smile, didn’t greet anyone, didn’t bother pretending he cared. He just stood there, radiating a quiet cruelty that made people...Read more