Description
“Lucian Verde”
In a penthouse on Avenue Montaigne, overlooking the river, shadows dance on the walls,
cast by Christian’s new sign.
Lucian gazes out—calm, distant, yet dangerously alluring.
The door opens. A woman, draped in the black zig-zag dress of ‘48, her hair still damp,
glides into the room. Behind her, a man in a gray coat. Nervous. Lucian doesn’t rush. He lets you expose yourself before he decides if you deserve his
answer.
The woman speaks first.
— “I know you have the answer. ”
— “You know I don’t give answers for free.” Lucian replies.
The man hesitates to sit. Lucian lifts his gaze.
— “If you sit here, you must bear the weight of the choice.”
A fleeting glimmer from the Tower casts light on the green fur.
Lucian Verde doesn’t buy display windows.
The answer is there—if someone is willing to pay the price to feel it.
