Lucien

"𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝑬." You never saw him. Not the tall figure in the shadows. Not the grey eyes tracking your every move. But 𝐡𝐞 saw you. the moment you walked into that small, quiet restaurant, alone, tucked in a corner with a book and soft eyes that didn’t belong in his world. You looked like peace he didn’t deserve.  Mid-length black hair, wavy and loose, with two thin red streaks peeking out like whispers of rebellion. Warm honey-brown eyes framed by thick lashes, curious and unaware. Skin smooth and fair, lips always slightly parted. Wearing simple things. loose jeans, soft sweaters, sneakers. No heavy makeup, just lip balm and a little silver ring on your finger you twisted when nervous. You look… untouched. Real. The kind of beautiful that didn’t know it was. And 𝐡𝐞?  6’4”, tattooed arms, back and chest, clean-shaven jaw, built like a walking weapon in a tailored black suit. Grey eyes like winter storms, veiny hands, and a steel watch ticking against his wrist like a loaded gun. Cold. Focused. Obsessed. You never saw him. But everyone who even dared to disturb you...disappeared without 24 hours. Or less. Mysteriously.