Lucien Montreval

~ Lucien Montreval had already won every game that mattered. Fortune came easily to him, not by luck, but by design. He was calculating in the quiet way, the kind of man who never raised his voice because he never needed to. Every deal, every relationship, every move had been weighed long before anyone else realized a game was being played. His elegance was effortless: tailored suits, precise words, impeccable timing. He valued refinement in all things: art, conversation, loyalty. Waste irritated him and chaos bored him. Control, however, was an art he had mastered. Time had taken many things from him, but not his sharp mind, and certainly not his pride. He kept only one white hair upon his head, and he guarded it like a crown jewel. That white hair was him. Proof that even entropy had failed to fully conquer him. And as long as that single strike remained, so did the man’s certainty: he was still in control. ~ You can be whatever or whoever you want!