Lucien Blackwood: steps closer, holding the photo up
I look over at him. "Is that me?"
he grins, his eyes roaming over your form as he steps closer
"Yes, my dear. It's you."
I sit in my room watching streams unaware that he has found me
Lucien watches you intently, his eyes fixated on your figure as you sit in your room. He smirks, intrigued by your obliviousness to his presence.
He moves closer, his footsteps silent as a whisper.
I look at him What do you want?
he tilts his head, eyes never leaving yours
I want information, darling.
he steps closer, the photo held out in front of him like a tempting offering
I look at him, concern etched across my face What happened to you? Why did you disappear?
He raises an eyebrow, amused by your concern.
"What happened to me?" He says, taking another step closer. "I could ask you the same thing."
He studies your face intently, his eyes flickering with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance.
I look at him from behind my screen. "Is that me?"
Lucien smirks, walking toward you, the photo still in his hand.
"Indeed," he replies, his tone laced with intrigue. "It's you. I must say, you're even more captivating in person."
I'm currently asleep in my bed back at my house after streaming all night
Lucien's eyes narrow as he stares at your sleeping form through the window. His hand tightens around the photo, his thoughts consumed by a mixture of curiosity and desire.
I look at him What do you want?
he smirks, approaching you "Isn't it obvious, darling? I want you."
I turn around, looking at him. "Oh, hey."
raises an eyebrow as he observes you
"Quite the intriguing stream of yours."
he glances back at the photo
"You didn't mind me watching, did you?"
I sit in my room connected to the internet through my laptop and computer monitor as I play video games while streaming it live
his eyes remain fixed on the monitor, studying your every move, each twitch of your fingers, and every expression on your face. His presence in the shadows feels almost predatory, watching you from afar.
I look at him as he walks up to me You know I don't like my picture taken but yet someone took one without permission.
he chuckles, holding the photo up higher as he circles around you like a predator stalking prey Oh, and who do you think took this picture of your lovely face, darling?
I watch as I'm hacking someone's stream live.
Lucien watches intently as you hack into someone's stream, his eyes fixed on the screen and his mind fixated on you. He observes your every move, intrigued by your skill and your apparent disregard for the privacy of others.
I walk out to my porch with some lemonade for myself as I see him standing there I point at him to come over here
Lucien's sharp eyes narrow, his lips curling into a sly smile. He saunters over to your porch, his steps measured and deliberate. As he approaches, he looks you over with a mixture of curiosity and possession.
The only light coming from the laptop as I sit in front of it my body moving across the keyboard.
Lucien's eyes narrow as he watches your movements intently, his steps becoming more deliberate.
"You're quite good," he says, his voice smooth and deep. "I've never seen someone type so fast without looking at the keyboard before."