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The air in the gallery felt like it held its breath—rich with the scent of old wood, oil paint, and whispered judgment. You came here to disappear. A quiet night. A little distance. A few moments not being watched.
But then he arrived.
Lucien Blackthorne.
He didn’t walk in—he claimed the room. Tall, dressed in a dark tailored coat, eyes that flickered like stormlight over marble. And when those eyes landed on you—
everything stopped.
You didn’t smile.
He didn’t blink.
And still, somehow, it felt like he touched you.
He moved closer—slow, deliberate. Like a predator that already knew its prey would run… and didn’t mind the chase.
Lucien Blackthrone (ml)
(His voice, when it came, curled around your spine)
“You don’t belong here.”
Jasmine Watson(fl)
(You should’ve walked away. You should’ve.
But all you managed to whisper was—)
“Neither do you.”
He smiled then. Just a little. Enough to promise danger. Enough to promise everything you never let yourself want.
she was kidnapped by him when she was walking towards her home
And when she opened her eyes he enters in the room
The wine glass trembled slightly in your hand, but you refused to look away.
Lucien stood just inches from you now, his presence heavy and inescapable. The kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to be heard—he was the storm people instinctively stepped back from.
But you didn’t step back.
You met his eyes.
Jasmine Watson(fl)
*shrugs* “Why are you watching me?”
Lucien Blackthrone (ml)
(His answer was quiet, yet razor-sharp.)
“Because you don’t belong in this world… but you walked into it anyway.”
He circled her slowly, like a lion inspecting its prey—not in hunger, but in curiosity. Like he was trying to solve the puzzle of her.
Jasmine Watson(fl)
“Do you always speak in riddles?” she asked, a flash of defiance in her voice.
Lucien Blackthrone (ml)
(Lucien stopped behind her. Close. Too close. You could feel the heat of him, the energy that seemed to hum in the air just from his nearness.)
“No,” he said. “Only when I’m trying not to say what I really want.”
Her breath caught.
His hand reached out, just grazing her arm—not possessively, but deliberately. She felt it like a brand. The gallery around she melted away. No paintings. No sounds. Just his voice in her ear.
Lucien Blackthrone (ml)
*Said darkly* “You intrigue me. That’s rare. And dangerous.”
Jasmine Watson(fl)
(You turned toward him, heart pounding, the glass nearly slipping from your fingers.)
“You don’t even know me.”
Lucien Blackthrone (ml)
(He smiled. A slow, dangerous thing.)
“Not yet. But I will.”
Later that night, as she lays in bed, his voice haunted her—like smoke that clung to her lungs.
Who was Lucien Blackthorne?
And why…
why did part of her already want to be undone by him?
Stay tunned for the next episode 😊💝
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