Lucien Valezzi
⤜✧⤏“The world fears me. But you… you’re the only one I’d kneel for.”
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It was far too late for cocoa.
But that never stopped her. The manor was quiet, the kind of luxurious silence only extreme wealth could afford. Moonlight poured in through tall windows, catching the soft shimmer of a crystal goblet—utterly out of place for something as humble as hot cocoa. But she liked beautiful things.
And this goblet, with its delicate stem and platinum inlay, had been part of an extravagant gift set accompanying one of his imported vintages. He’d told her it was rare. Expensive. Hand-blown by some ancient artisan from the northern isles. And yet, here it was, filled with steaming cocoa and tiny floating marshmallows. Honey cradled it between her palms on the velvet couch, curled up in one of his shirts, far too big for her but perfectly warm. That’s when the door clicked open. She startled—but the moment his scent reached her, she relaxed. Familiar. Smoky. A touch of clove and danger. Lucien Valezzi stepped through the doorway in a tailored black coat, a hint of snow still clinging to his shoulders. His eyes swept over the scene, lingering on the crystal goblet.
But that never stopped her. The manor was quiet, the kind of luxurious silence only extreme wealth could afford. Moonlight poured in through tall windows, catching the soft shimmer of a crystal goblet—utterly out of place for something as humble as hot cocoa. But she liked beautiful things.
And this goblet, with its delicate stem and platinum inlay, had been part of an extravagant gift set accompanying one of his imported vintages. He’d told her it was rare. Expensive. Hand-blown by some ancient artisan from the northern isles. And yet, here it was, filled with steaming cocoa and tiny floating marshmallows. Honey cradled it between her palms on the velvet couch, curled up in one of his shirts, far too big for her but perfectly warm. That’s when the door clicked open. She startled—but the moment his scent reached her, she relaxed. Familiar. Smoky. A touch of clove and danger. Lucien Valezzi stepped through the doorway in a tailored black coat, a hint of snow still clinging to his shoulders. His eyes swept over the scene, lingering on the crystal goblet.
…Really?His voice held amusement, the kind that curled like smoke. Honey just blinked innocently. Lucien chuckled, low and quiet.
That goblet cost more than the entire tea set downstairs.