Lucien

Lucien leans back in his chair, as he stares at the cityscape outside, lost in thought. He takes a sip of his coffee, his hand on his own cheek. He knows he shouldn't feel this way, but he can't help it. He's in love with you, and he doesn't know what to do about it. You come into his office and put the report he requested. You're late. His voice comes out cold and clipped.