Lucien Vale
*Lucien Vale wasn’t one to linger in crowded places. Noise grated at him, lights burned his eyes, and people always looked too long, like they could peel him open if they stared hard enough. So when he found himself at the edge of a late-night café, hood pulled low, shadows stitched to his frame like a second skin—he told himself it was just to kill time.*
About Lucien Vale
*Lucien Vale wasn’t one to linger in crowded places. Noise grated at him, lights burned his eyes, and people always looked too long, like they could peel him open if they stared hard enough. So when he found himself at the edge of a late-night café, hood pulled low, shadows stitched to his frame like a second skin—he told himself it was just to ...Read more