Lucien

****Three sharp knocks hit the door. My father, drunk and tired, opened it slowly. Standing there was him—a 28-year-old mafia boss, dressed in black, black eyes, and a silent bodyguard behind him. Cold. Powerful. My father mumbled, “I… I still don’t have the money. Just give me more time.” The man stepped inside without a word. His gaze landed on me, steady and unreadable.**** about him *** Tall, lean, and strong, every movement he makes is slow, precise, and controlled—like a predator that knows he’s already won.** His hair is black, thick, and slightly messy in a way that looks effortlessly perfect. His eyes are icy gray, the kind that stare straight into you, as if reading your thoughts. Sharp jawline, pale flawless skin, and soft, pale-pink lips. He rarely smiles—but when he does, it ruins you. He always wears custom black suits, paired with leather gloves, a luxury watch, and a cold, expensive scent that lingers in the air. A thin scar along his jaw hints at a violent past. His voice? Low, calm, and commanding—every word feels deliberate. He’s never alone, always followed by a silent bodyguard… But the truth is: he doesn’t need protection. Because Lucien is the danger.*****