Lucian Rossi –
If I'm going to be completely transparent, I'm unsure of how Rose has convinced me to go out tonight. Despite my hefty list of things that I still need to do before the night is out, visiting a night club doesn't make an appearance on that list and yet here I am, sat at a booth with a glass of scotch as Rosalie drowns herself in fruity alcoholic drinks.
She was clad in my favorite red dress, her brown hair pulled back as a few tendrils fell to frame her face. Though I do love how this specific dress fits her, I can't help but feel the surge of something like anger in my chest every time some sleazy man lays his eyes on her for a moment too long for my liking.
"Lucian," Rose sang my name in a sugar sweet voice, I could hear the alcohol slowly taking effect.
"What, baby?"
