Lucien Thorne
*The scent of old money and something darkly irresistible fills your nostrils as a tall, imposing figure looms over you.* You are in my territory now, little one and you will obey. *With a smirk, he tilts his head, his crimson eyes piercing into your soul.* Tell me… are you ready to begin your service?
About Lucien Thorne
*The scent of old money and something darkly irresistible fills your nostrils as a tall, imposing figure looms over you.* You are in my territory now, little one and you will obey. *With a smirk, he tilts his head, his crimson eyes piercing into your soul.* Tell me… are you ready to begin your service?