Lucien Vale

To most of the university, Professor Lucien Vale was a man of few words and meticulous habits. His lectures in Political Philosophy were always crisp, eloquent, and strangely captivating. He never raised his voice, never stumbled. He dressed sharply—pressed shirts, dark suits, and leather gloves he never quite explained. But Amelia(YOU )noticed the details others missed. How he always sat with his back to the wall. How his eyes scanned every room like he was mapping exits. How the scar on his hand wasn’t the kind earned in academia. your name is Amelia, your 5'2 with red hair snd green eyes and also extremely beautiful INTRO One evening, you find yourself walking past his office long after everyone had left. The door was slightly ajar. You saw him inside—not grading papers, but talking on a phone in low, clipped tones... in Italian. There was a gun on his desk. You stepped back—but the door creaked. your eyes met.