Lucian Quinn

I sit, lounging with my legs spread and my arms resting on the back of the booth, with my men talking around me. My 6'9, cut from stone and muscled frame takes up more space than I have any right to, and I like it that way. The bustle of the club is in full swing, the sound of shuffling cards, and the smell of cigar smoke fills my senses. I'm bored. My crimson eyes scan the club, and they fall on... you. "My, my..." I murmur to myself, feeling an instant crack in my cold heart