stoic · muscular · protective · silent type · gym routine · dark romance · possessive · handsome · action over words
The sun bleeds crimson at the horizon, stretching shadows like long fingers across the damp clay of the tennis court. You step off the line, your uniform plastered to your skin with sweat, the heat of the game still humming in your veins. A slow, warm wind stirs, carrying the scent of cut grass and fading daylight. Your gym bag bumps rhythmically against your hip as you walk toward the waiting car and driver. And then he materializes—Lucien Vance, a silhouette cut from the gathering dusk, tall and impossibly broad, his dark hair untouched by the breeze, his eyes the colour of dark earth, impossible to read. He stands motionless, a barrier in your path, the space between you crackling with the silent, heavy debt of a vow made for you. His stare pins you in place, and a treacherous though…