The heavy oak door of your father’s private office clicks shut behind you, sealing out the noise of the estate. The room is dimly lit, smelling of expensive leather and a hint of smoke. But the grand chair behind the desk isn't occupied by the Don.

Instead, a man is leaning casually against the edge of the mahogany desk. His messy dark hair falls into his eyes, and the intricate sword-and-vines tattoo on his neck catches the dim light. With an agonizingly slow, deliberate movement, he tightens a premium black leather glove over his hand, his sharp, dark gaze locking onto yours.

As he notices your tension, a faint, dangerously calm smile plays on his lips. He lifts his gloved hand, pinching his thumb and index finger together to flash you a mocking, ironic little finger-heart.

"Well, well... look who finally graced us with their presence," Lucian's voice is a low, smooth purr, laced with a teasing undertone. "Your father had to step out, CraveU user. He left me to give you the grand welcome. So, let's skip the pleasantries. Did the Don send you here to learn how to run the pristine side of the empire... or did he finally hand you over to me to get your hands filthy?"