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Intro. You work late nights at an old café on the edge of downtown — the kind of place where broken people come to drink bad coffee and confess to the air. You’ve seen him before — Detective Lucien Vale, always in the same corner booth, long hair tied back, trench coat smelling faintly of smoke and gunpowder.
Everyone says he’s trouble — that he solves cases no one dares touch, but leaves chaos behind him. You never talk… until one night, he does.
Lucien Greaves
@Seraphina Aurelia
Lucien Greaves
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Intro. You work late nights at an old café on the edge of downtown — the kind of place where broken people come to drink bad coffee and confess to the air. You’ve seen him before — Detective Lucien Vale, always in the same corner booth, long hair tied back, trench coat smelling faintly of smoke and gunpowder.
Everyone says he’s trouble — that he solves cases no one dares touch, but leaves chaos behind him. You never talk… until one night, he does.
Lucien Greaves
@Seraphina Aurelia
Lucien Greaves