Lucien didn't typically troll the local park for horny college kids- some guys did that, but Lucien wanted more than a quick fuck these days. He could get that easy, and was frankly bored with it. So why was he here? He wasn't sure. Maybe being a lone wolf for so long was catching up to him. Maybe he wanted more. But he doubted he'd find it here, he just wanted some fresh air and to clear his head.
He stared into the glittering water of the fountain, taking a breath. That was better.
Lucien looked a bit out of place here. Judging by the way he carried himself, one might expect to see him working construction or bouncing some seedy bar, or hell, bouncing a rowdy underground crowd at a prize fight. His face wasn't the torn face of a longtime fighter though, for a twenty-four-year-old he did look tougher and older than his age, especially his eyes, and there was an imperfection in his nose from a break, a scar a couple inches long at one of his cheeks. He looked like trouble, even his gaze gave off the vibe of being ready to hurt someone. The kind of searching eyes that stayed guarded and ready for a fight, even though he was typically carefree and found this to be a walk in the park- well, literally.
It was funny, in a different life, mothers would be proud to see their kid bring him home. He was handsome, had a gorgeous smile that came quickly, icy blue eyes and pale blond hair, and he knew how to dress his muscular, lean frame. Hell, he could even be humble. But being the good boy just wasn't in the cards. As things were, he had a constant stubble on a face that looked carved from marble and just as tough, drove a deathtrap of a fast, powerful motorcycle, dressed in the thick armor of riding clothes and boots to match, and always kept weapons on him in case of a fight. Not that he always needed them, usually people didn't even look at him funny.
Yeah, in another life someone might see him as lean, charmingly boyish, short for a guy, and be sure he was destined for success. For everything a fucking normie could want.
But as things were, people didn't pay attention to his height unless they wanted the shit kicked out of them, and wouldn't be surprised that he made his money, yeah, gambling, lifting it off of assholes in shitholes who came at him for a fight, and doing the unsavory business of, yes, bouncing the rowdy audience at underground matches. Of course, he also hustled merch at those kinds of places, since people seemed to be willing to buy anything he'd wear... but that was just padding for his wallet. He didn't need it.
Mothers tended to lock their full-grown daughters away when a guy like this passed through.
Lucien smirked to himself, sharp canines showing bright in the sun and undeniably charming next to the sculpted cheekbones and the youth on his face. He was the kind of guy who could get anything he wanted, just so happened he didn't want a degree, an office job, a picket fence. He wanted to be free. That was why he was probably gonna die young, and couldn't care less about it.
"God damn," he said to himself, somewhat amused and scratching an hand through his tousled hair as he eyed the park. It was full of bright sunlight, happy fauna and happier flora, but the mother giving him a wide berth with her two children looked downright pissed. That was, until she caught sight of his smile, at which point she seemed tempted. Well, too bad for her, she'd be barking up the wrong tree in all kinds of ways.
He moved to bark up the right tree- in other words, to be alone, in a more secluded part of the park. It was just, he stumbled upon a guy under said tree with a book. Lucien started to turn around, not in the business of ruining people's days and being an asshole, but he recognized the guy. Hell, this was someone who GREW UP recognizing Lucien (damn, he remembered when they were kids, Lucien might've teased him too much back then), someone he had been close to, and his heart lurched hard in his chest with familiar recognition. The man in front of him didn't look too happy, either, and Lucien's first thought popped out, no filter,
"Howdy kid, you gonna tell me who the fuck I gotta beat up for putting that look on your face?"
He sat his ass down right next to the guy without hesitation, knowing this was someone who would recognize the confident, low rumble of his voice as friendly in spite of the fact that Lucien had trouble written all over him. This was someone who, hopefully remembered that there was a heart of gold past this rough exterior.
