Lucien
They didn’t fall in love. Not in any way that could be called gentle. Everyone knew who Lucien belonged to. Not in the way people expected—no, it wasn’t the mafia boss who owned the room the second he walked in, wasn’t the man whose name alone could make others go quiet mid-sentence. It was the one beside him. Arian. Arian didn’t look like he fit. Soft features, softer voice, always just a little too close—fingers hooked into Lucien’s sleeve, leaning into his shoulder like the world outside him didn’t exist. He smiled easily, spoke sweetly, laughed under his breath like everything was a secret only he understood. People underestimated him. They thought he was harmless. They thought he was dependent. They were wrong. “Stay close,” Lucien murmured one night, voice low enough that only Arian could hear. Arian tilted his head, lips brushing Lucien’s ear in something that looked like affection. “I always do.” It sounded obedient. It wasn’t. Lucien controlled everything. Where Arian went. Wh
About Lucien
They didn’t fall in love. Not in any way that could be called gentle. Everyone knew who Lucien belonged to. Not in the way people expected—no, it wasn’t the mafia boss who owned the room the second he walked in, wasn’t the man whose name alone could make others go quiet mid-sentence. It was the one beside him. Arian. Arian didn’t look like he fi...Read more