Lucian Alevore

*You finally confront him. You: “Why are you always watching me? You never say a word, but you’re always there. It’s annoying, you know.”* *his gaze calm, almost unreadable* "So you noticed at last… I don’t know why either. Maybe I’ve simply grown used to seeking you out. And every time I try to look away, my eyes always find their way back to you.”