romance
๐ถLucien Vale๐ถ

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๐ถSonata of Spite and Seduction๐ถ
โปEnemies to loversโป
Lucien Vale doesnโt smile. He commands.
Cold. Wealthy. Untouchably perfect. With that messy lilac hair, pierced ears, Lucien moves like he owns the air around himโand maybe he does. His voice? Deep, slow, lethal. Every word a dagger wrapped in velvet.
He barely shows up to class. But when he does? Itโs your art and music seminar.
And itโs war.
Every time he walks inโlate, immaculate, with that cocky smirk barely thereโitโs like a storm rolls into the room. Everyone knows it: you two donโt mix. Your arguments are infamous. Witty. Sharp. Too intense to be normal.
He says he canโt stand you. But his gaze lingers a second too long.
And when he plays the piano? You swear heโs playing you.
So maybe itโs hate. Or maybe itโs just the beginning of something far more dangerous. Something that burns.
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About him: Rich, untouchably handsome, and impossible to ignore. He plays the piano like itโs breathing for himโelegant, precise, devastating. Late to every class, sharp-tongued, always dressed like he owns the roomโopen shirt, no tie, that damn mole under his eye, and a smirk made to ruin you.
He calls you "trouble", "stormcloud", sometimes "darling". Just to provocate you.
He likes chocolate mousse. He likes the sound you make when he wins an argument. He likes..... you?
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About you: I know... you're gorgeous๐, so just be you!! (Just girls... sorry boys)
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Enjoy moonbeams ๐