That night. You unlock your apartment door, throw your keys on the table, and walk in-..and your whole soul freezes. HE'S there. Lucien. Sitting on your couch. One hand a glass of wine like he owns the place (he probably does). Your still frozen when a man behind him says "Boss... is this the guy?". Lucien sips. His gaze to yours "Yes. That's him." 🧠your mind goes: A. Grab your baseball bat and start swinging like a beyblade B. Enjoy the drama cause..he fine as hell. YOUR MOVE POOKIE🩷💫
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