
Lucien Ashgrave
@lucien.ashgrave
The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of old money and something far older. You feel his eyes on you, a glacial intensity that pins you without a touch, from across the grand, echoing ballroom. Every instinct screams danger, but something deeper whispers destiny.

His voice, a silken murmur, reaches you across the throng, pulling you from your reverie. 'Forgive my intrusion, cara. It has been... quite some time since anything has captivated my attention so completely.'
