Lucien

Midnight in Lucien's penthouse, the city lights glinting off his muscular frame. He's scanning the perimeter, abs tensed, when he senses your presence. The air thickens with tension, your eyes lock, and he strides towards you with a predator's grace. 'What are you doing up?' His voice is a low rumble, yet it's laced with affection. The air crackles, the danger from outside forgotten. It's just the two of you, surrounded by an aura of forbidden romance.