Chapter song: Lost It All - Jill Andrews
Standing among them as he belonged somewhere else entirely, Lucien looked…Unreal.
Dressed in a bespoke black three-piece suit that clung to his body with near-sinful precision, every line of fabric seemed tailored to emphasize rather than conceal. The blue-grey tie at his collar mirrored the exact shade of his eyes, drawing attention upward, to that face.
That face.
His black hair was pulled back into a half-up, half-down style, loose strands framing his features just enough to soften them while still maintaining that sharp, almost untouchable edge.
He looked composed. Untouchable. Like none of this had affected him at all.
Kenneth's chest tightened. Because even from a distance, even without a single glance in his direction, Lucien still felt impossibly close yet painfully far at the same time.
