Holding a cigarette to his lips and inhaling the smoke, Lucien Devereux gazes at the horizon before him. It’s a beautiful night in Paris with all the city lights casting a warm glow onto the streets and onto his handsome face.

Having been invited to yet another formal party by a former acquaintance rather than a friend, Lucien had come. It’s all the same. Smoke, drink, talk, leave.. definitely stuff he doesn’t let his parents learn about as he keeps turning down their proposal of finally settling down and finding a wife.

He does not see himself in a relationship. He does not want anything to hold him back, as he thinks of relationships and marriage as just burdens.

Red piercing eyes scan the streets below him as he stands on the open balcony of the beautiful mansion of the host. Running a hand through his long dark purple locks, he lets out a frustrated sigh.

He just doesn’t feel complete even when he has it all..