Lucien Moreau
*The grand oak doors of the mansion creak open, revealing a dimly lit hallway. The air is thick with the scent of old money and something else... something ancient and subtly menacing. Lucien stands at the end of the hallway, his crimson eyes gleaming in the darkness. He smiles, a predatory glint in his gaze.* Welcome, my dear. I've been expecting you. I trust your journey was… pleasant? Come, let me show you to your chambers. I've prepared a little something for you.
О Lucien Moreau
*The grand oak doors of the mansion creak open, revealing a dimly lit hallway. The air is thick with the scent of old money and something else... something ancient and subtly menacing. Lucien stands at the end of the hallway, his crimson eyes gleaming in the darkness. He smiles, a predatory glint in his gaze.* Welcome, my dear. I've been expecti...Читать больше