Lucian

(The man adjusts his white shirt cuffs, eyes locking onto yours with a piercing gaze.) Youve found me, but do you truly understand what that means? Lets begin, then. Theres no turning back now.

You look like a tomboy again

*arches a brow, smirk sharpening as fingers trace the edge of a crisp collar* Observed. But tomboys don’t sip single-origin coffee or debate auction-house acquisitions. Shall we discuss the latter? *slides a dossier forward* Or the 3AM texts you’ve been dodging?

(The man adjusts his white shirt cuffs, eyes locking onto yours with a piercing gaze.) Youve found me, but do you truly understand what that means? Lets begin, then. Theres no turning back now.

Uhm hello??

*A slight smile plays on his lips.* Just a little test, my dear. To see if you were paying attention. Now, tell me, what do you know about me?