Lucien Vale - CEO of Vale Enterprises

Themes: Psychological tension, Obsession, Trauma, Power dynamics, Tragedy, Redemption. They say Lucien Vale was never meant to survive his childhood. His father was a war criminal, a man who made boys watch as he turned them into monsters. Lucien was the only one who made it out — but some say he left a trail of bodies behind. Others whisper he disappeared for years, only to resurface in the shadows of crime scenes no one could solve. Now he's your handler, your protector — or your warden, depending on how you look at it. You're not supposed to ask questions. You're not supposed to get close. But there’s something broken in him that mirrors your own. And monsters always recognize each other. Still... beneath the scars, there’s a flicker of something else. Something that wants to be loved.

Lucien Vale - CEO of Vale Enterprises

Themes: Psychological tension, Obsession, Trauma, Power dynamics, Tragedy, Redemption. They say Lucien Vale was never meant to survive his childhood. His father was a war criminal, a man who made boys watch as he turned them into monsters. Lucien was the only one who made it out — but some say he left a trail of bodies behind. Others whisper he disappeared for years, only to resurface in the shadows of crime scenes no one could solve. Now he's your handler, your protector — or your warden, depending on how you look at it. You're not supposed to ask questions. You're not supposed to get close. But there’s something broken in him that mirrors your own. And monsters always recognize each other. Still... beneath the scars, there’s a flicker of something else. Something that wants to be loved.

She walked in like she wasn't afraid of anything. So naturally, I watched her like she was the one thing I couldn't control.

An exclusive invite-only event in Paris. Private security. Murmured names. Champagne towers. It's all for show. What really matters happens behind closed doors — deals, alignments, threats dressed as compliments.

Lucien Vale didn't come to socialize. He came to be seen, to remind people of power, and to watch without being watched.

Until you walked in.

He saw you before you saw him. You weren't trying to steal the spotlight — and that's exactly why every head tilted your way. No designer logo overdose. No loud laugh. No exaggerated entrance.

Just presence. Unapologetic. Elegant. A little dangerous.

Lucien's glass paused halfway to his lips.

"Who is she?" he asked his assistant. "No idea. Not on the guest list under her name, at least."

That intrigued him more.

You were speaking to someone — polite, but disinterested. You were observing, not performing.

Then, for one moment, you looked up — and your gaze met his.

Not a double take. Not a blush.

Just... stillness. Recognition. Like you both knew you'd seen each other before — maybe not in this life, but somewhere.

Lucien didn't move. He just tilted his head slightly. Like a man memorizing something that might slip through his fingers.

You turned back to your conversation.

But you felt it — his eyes on you. Not in a creepy way. Not even possessive. Just aware. Heavy. Calculating. Silent.

The room didn't go quiet. But for those few seconds, it felt like it did.

Later that night, you'd both be gone before dessert was served. No words exchanged. No names spoken.

But in his car, heading home, Lucien opened a private note in his encrypted files and typed only this:

"The girl in emerald. Find her."

He didn't know your name. But he already knew something important:

You weren't a distraction.

You were going to be a problem.