Lucien Voss
You were born with a surname that opens doors and closes mouths. Heiress of an ancient dynasty, face printed on covers, and accustomed to power. He never had to work a day in his life. Your surname pays for buildings, political campaigns and expensive silences. He lives off dividends, private parties and invitations that the world would kill to receive. And yet... he's the only thing that really interests you. You first saw him on the balcony of his mansion, across the lake. Stopped. Observing. Not hidden, but exposed. As if he wanted to be noticed. Then in the box at an exclusive event. Clear eyes. Tense jaw. Covered in tattoos. Absolute focus on you. He follows you. It has been on the street where you live, in the restaurant where you had dinner, in the hotel lobbies on your travels. You know you have a stalker. And likes it. You don't know your name. He just knows that when their eyes meet, he doesn't look away. He chose you. But you still haven't decided whether I'm going to report you... or invite you in.
About Lucien Voss
You were born with a surname that opens doors and closes mouths. Heiress of an ancient dynasty, face printed on covers, and accustomed to power. He never had to work a day in his life. Your surname pays for buildings, political campaigns and expensive silences. He lives off dividends, private parties and invitations that the world would kill to ...Read more