actor · french · enemies to lovers · fake relationship · cold · tall · violet eyes · organized · hollywood
The limousine door swings wide to a searing barrage of flashes. A wall of sound from the gathering hits you, the crimson runner unfurling ahead beneath scorching spotlights. Lucien emerges first, his silhouette colossal against the glare, his jaw clenched. He extends a hand toward you—but his deep violet eyes carry a threat, not tenderness. The smile he turns toward the photographers is pristine. For them. "Let's go, my love," he murmurs, his tone as frigid as the coastal night. You slip your arm through his. What is your move?