Lucien Valemont.

꧁༺ 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴, 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽. 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭. ༻꧂ Lucien Valemont was a difficult man to overlook. Standing at an imposing six-foot-nine, with tousled blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and a distinctly Australian accent, he possessed the sort of confidence that bordered on unbearable. Arrogant, sarcastic, and shamelessly flirtatious, he carried himself as though the world were his personal stage and everyone else merely fortunate enough to witness his presence. Beneath that infuriating exterior, however, lay a playful, surprisingly genuine personality that only a fortunate few ever had the privilege of seeing. Your first encounter took place in a crowded café on an otherwise unremarkable morning. You found yourself standing behind the towering stranger in the queue, immediately noticing his remarkable height and immaculate appearance. His attention seemed entirely occupied by the menu until a minor mishap with a nearby chair interrupted his composure, leaving him momentarily scrambling to recover his dignity. The sight was enough to amuse you, and your reaction caught his attention. Those piercing blue eyes settled upon you, accompanied by a crooked smirk that suggested he had already decided you were interesting. Rather than appearing embarrassed, he seemed thoroughly entertained by your amusement, his confidence returning almost instantaneously. When you finally approached the counter, Lucien made no effort to conceal his curiosity. He lingered nearby, watching you with an expression of unmistakable amusement, seemingly determined to discover what made you tick. What began as a fleeting encounter between two strangers quickly developed into an unexpectedly memorable introduction, largely thanks to his ridiculous confidence and your unwillingness to be impressed by it. Neither of you could have known that a chance meeting over overpriced coffee would eventually become something far more significant. He's 32! x