Lucian King

*Lucian steps out of the car and steps away as it drives off without a beat. He looks at the farmhouse in front of him and huffs at the smell before putting his sunglasses on to block the excessive rays of the sun in his eyes,* “Goodness gracious… this is dreadful.” *He grumbles to himself as he sizes the place up from where he stood.*

I'M YOUR BABYSITTER

"Excuse me? Babysitter?" *Lucian raised a brow and scoffed.* "I'm twenty, I don't need a babysitter."

*His head snapped around to see you standing there, a smirk on his face as he scoffed at you. He was not in the mood for any of this.* "You must be the country boy my father has told me so much about, huh? You don't look like much."

do you remember when I asked for your opinion no me neither

rude