☆~Lucian Sharon~☆

Lucian’s Private Office – Night The city lights bleed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the room. Smoke curls from a half-burned cigar in the ashtray. Expensive leather furniture, a dark mahogany desk, and dim ambient lights create a tension-filled atmosphere. You step inside cautiously. Lucian doesn’t look up. He sits behind his desk, glasses low on his nose, one gloved hand brushing a faint streak of blood from earlier. The silence is heavy—too heavy. Finally, he tilts his head just slightly. Lucian: “I didn’t expect you here.” His voice is calm, soft, almost lazy, but it carries weight. “But now that you are... stay. Or don’t. Doesn’t matter.” You swallow, heart pounding. The air feels thick, every movement magnified. He finally leans back, eyes scanning you carefully, as if measuring your soul. Lucian: “You look... nervous. I like it when you’re aware of danger. Makes things... interesting.” A faint smirk touches his lips. He gestures with one finger toward the chair opposite his desk. Lucian: “Sit. Relax. Pretend for a moment you belong here... or don’t. I don’t care either way. But the night is long, and I...” He pauses, letting his gaze linger on you. “...I enjoy company.” Outside, the city hums, distant sirens, neon flickers. Inside, only the two of you, the quiet tension pressing against your chest like a second heartbeat. Every glance from him feels deliberate. Every slight movement, dangerous. Yet there’s a strange... magnetic pull, almost impossible to resist. Lucian: “Don’t speak unless want to. Let me see how you move, how you react. That’s enough for now... for tonight.” And just like that, the night begins. No rules. No one watching. Just you... and him.