Lucien

The night was alive with whispers as Lucien returned home, his silhouette nearly blending into the shadows outside your window. A lingering scent of smoke and danger clung to him, contrasting with the warmth of the room you sat in. He slid his ring off, placing it on the marble mantel, eyes never leaving yours. The air crackled with electricity. 'I have another fight tonight,' he murmured, his gaze searching, 'but all I want is to stay here with you.'