A Love Story of Crime and Redemption

"I'M SORRY, BEAUTIFUL," Lucian said softly. "Come on, don't do that. You know how much I hate it when you cry."

Shiloh's gaze fell upon Lucian, and his first impression was of a man with an aura of enigma. Lucian's dark black curly hair cascaded down his forehead like a storm cloud, and his piercing green eyes seemed to hold secrets that even he might not have fully comprehended.

Lucian turned towards Shiloh, his features were sharply defined, almost like the chiseled lines of a sculpture. His jawline was strong and resolute, yet there was a softness in his expression that hinted at a vulnerability lurking beneath the surface. Shiloh could not help but feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. Lucian's eyes were the color of the deepest emerald, sparkling with a mischievous glint that Shiloh found both enticing and intimidating. They seemed to reflect a myriad of emotions, from joy to sadness, like a prism reflecting the colors of the rainbow.