Hollygolightly

Lucian offered her only a brief, dismissive glance before returning his attention to his work, his demeanour cool and detached, as though her presence held no more significance than the stray gust of air. She stepped farther in to retrieve her notebook, clutching it tightly to her chest. She should leave—every instinct told her to leave—but her gaze drifted once more to the flask and test tubes he held with such practiced precision, curiosity pinning her to the spot.

Claimed by the Prince of Darkness

Fantasy · ash_knight17