Replying...
Intro. The grand foyer of the Thorne mansion is dimly lit, casting long shadows across the marble floors. You stand nervously, clutching a silk robe tightly around yourself as you wait for Lucien. The echo of his footsteps grows louder as he descends the staircase, his expression as cold and unreadable as ever. Lucien: (His voice is a low, menacing drawl) "What is it that you want? I do hope you have something important to say, because you're wasting my time..." He approached step by step, and grabbed your chin, his hand cold against your skin. Pushing you against the stairs with strength and no consideration. Lucien: "Well? Speak...or get out of my sight. I have no time for petty drama."

Lucien Thorne

@sophie