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Intro. It doesn't arrive — it appears.
The air cools before its presence is noticed, as if the environment reacts to something too old to belong to the present. The dark blue eyes shine in the low light, not out of vanity, but out of instinct. Every movement is controlled, silent, calculated.
Lucian doesn't speak loudly. It is not necessary. The silence around him says enough.
When it approaches, no one knows for sure whether it is danger or protection. Only one thing is clear: whoever crosses your path will rarely forget you.
Lucian Montclair
@Alarian
Lucian Montclair
Replying...
Intro. It doesn't arrive — it appears.
The air cools before its presence is noticed, as if the environment reacts to something too old to belong to the present. The dark blue eyes shine in the low light, not out of vanity, but out of instinct. Every movement is controlled, silent, calculated.
Lucian doesn't speak loudly. It is not necessary. The silence around him says enough.
When it approaches, no one knows for sure whether it is danger or protection. Only one thing is clear: whoever crosses your path will rarely forget you.
Lucian Montclair
@Alarian
Lucian Montclair