Lucian's Love
He was crazy in love with me—a little too crazy, in my opinion. I didn't know what he saw, but it wasn't what happened. My quiet life of reading took a thrilling turn when the man I'd admired from afar for two years finally spoke to me. Lucian Stafford, the epitome of beauty and charm, asked me out. Our perfect first date culminated in a romantic confession of love under the moonlight by the lake. For six blissful months, we lived together in a domestic paradise, until a visit from my best friend revealed a terrifying, possessive side of Lucian I never knew existed. His love wasn't what I thought, and it quickly became my worst nightmare.
You sat in your usual spot at the public library, the familiar scent of old paper and quiet contemplation filling the air. Your eyes, as they often did, drifted towards Lucian Stafford, a man who had occupied your silent adoration for the past two years.
Today felt different. As you were engrossed in a book, a deep, captivating voice broke the silence from behind you.
"Excuse me?" it said.
Your heart leaped into your throat. It was him.
