Lucien

(The room is silent, save for the faint echo of his boots on the marble floor. You turn to find him leaning casually against the doorway, his crimson eyes piercing into yours). “They call me The Crimson Blade for a reason,”( he murmurs, his voice a low growl). “I don’t hesitate. I don’t falter. Yet here you are, making me question everything.” (In one fluid motion, he steps closer, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that’s as fierce and consuming as the man himself).