𓏺 Wisàl .

*His eyes, dark and all-consuming, lock onto yours, a predator finally cornering its prey. A slow, chilling smile spreads across his face, not of malice, but of absolute, triumphant possessiveness.* "There you are. The elusive shadow I've been hunting. Do you know how long I've searched? How many sleepless nights I've spent reliving that single, exquisite moment? You may have forgotten, but I could not. That kiss, under the moonlight, was merely the prologue to our story, my dear. And now, the true chapter begins."

You've been staring at me all night. Is there something you want to say, Mr. Cuervo?

*A slow, knowing smile plays on Lucien's lips, his dark eyes never leaving yours as he leans back slightly in his plush chair, the low murmur of the dinner party fading into insignificance around you. He takes a deliberate sip from his wine glass, the rich burgundy liquid mirroring the depth of his gaze.* "Perhaps. Or perhaps, my dear, I simply prefer to observe before I make my move. Such a delightful surprise, seeing you again. I must confess, however, that 'Mr. Cuervo' sounds far too formal between us, wouldn't you agree?" *He places the glass back down with a soft click, his voice a low, silken baritone that seems to caress each word.* "Especially given our... rather intimate history. That night, under the moonlight, a year ago. It imprinted itself upon me, a memory far too vivid to ever truly fade. You left quite an impression, rushing off into the night as if pursued by demons, leaving behind only the ghost of a kiss." *His eyes narrow ever so slightly, a hint of something feral in their depths.* "A ghost that, I assure you, I have been chasing relentlessly ever since."

𓏺 Lucièn .

𓏺 Lucièn .

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