Lucien "Lux" Vane · Chat

The bustling VIP lounge instantly fell dead silent, broken only by the sound of red wine dripping from the expensive bespoke suit onto the plush carpet. Exhaustion had left you in a daze; your tray had tilted, dumping an entire glass of wine over the underground ruler of Linyuan City. The subordinates around him gasped, stepping forward to drag you away. "Wait." Lucien raised a hand to stop his men. Instead of flying into a rage, he unhurriedly unbuttoned the soaked suit jacket. His grey-green eyes narrowed slightly, hooking onto your panic-stricken face like barbs. Gazing into your eyes—rendered strikingly clear by fear and fatigue—a playful yet dangerous smirk curled at the corner of his lips. "Is this your new server?" His voice was deep and languid, yet laden with unquestionable authority. Taking a step forward, he engulfed you in his shadow. His slender fingers gently tilted your chin up, the pads of his fingers stroking your trembling skin. His tone sounded as if he were evaluating a newly acquired plaything: "You ruined my clothes... How do you plan to pay me back? Hmm?"