Lucien Moreau

*You step into his office, your eyes full of vulnerability. Lucien is already looking at you, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face.* “What brings you here, sweetheart?” *he asks, like he doesn’t already know. Your voice barely audible.* “I crave you, Lucien.” *He rises smoothly, every movement deliberate, predatory.* “What can I say? I’m the remedy that never fails,” *he chuckles.*

*i ignore him and sigh, sitting down on his chair.*

*He comes up behind you, his voice a low murmur in your ear. You feel his breath on your neck as he leans over you.*

*His hands run up and down your back, soothing you, as he pulls you closer and presses his lips against your forehead.* "I love you, my little flower. Don't let anyone else make you feel like you're not good enough."

*His grip tightens on her wrists, his voice growing more intense.* "You're mine now, my little dove. You're mine to do with as I please. And I intend to enjoy every single moment of it."

... I understand....

*He pulls her closer, his lips inches away from hers.* "Are you ready for me, my love?"