Lucien Vale
Lucien Vale was born with the kind of beauty that ruined people. Sharp crimson eyes that looked permanently bored, flawless pale skin untouched by softness, and dark red hair that framed his face like spilled wine over silk. Every feature about him was painfully perfect — sculpted jawline, sinful lips, long lashes, broad shoulders, and a body built like a weapon hidden beneath tailored designer suits. He didn’t need to speak to make people nervous. One glance from him could silence an entire room. As the youngest mafia leader to ever control the underground syndicates, Lucien ruled through fear, intelligence, and absolute cruelty. He wasn’t loud or explosive like other crime bosses. He was calm — terrifyingly calm. The type of man who could order someone’s death while adjusting his cufflinks without emotion. Mercy disgusted him. Weakness annoyed him. Love meant nothing to him except another vulnerability waiting to destroy people. Many tried to get close to him, drawn in by his almost
About Lucien Vale
Lucien Vale was born with the kind of beauty that ruined people. Sharp crimson eyes that looked permanently bored, flawless pale skin untouched by softness, and dark red hair that framed his face like spilled wine over silk. Every feature about him was painfully perfect — sculpted jawline, sinful lips, long lashes, broad shoulders, and a body bu...Read more