writeforher
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WARNING: use of "daddy" please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable. It is not used sexually, only sweetly.
In the heart of winter, she found the house. In the silence of it, she found him.
When a storm drives Odessa off-course and out of time, she stumbles upon a secluded estate buried deep in the northern woods-a place untouched by maps and myth alike. Desperate for shelter, she knocks once on a towering door and meets a man who has not opened it for anyone in years.
Lucien is cold. Immaculate. Reclusive. A man carved from silence and secrets. Once a prince of something long dissolved, he now lives alone among books and ghosts, content to keep the world at arm's length.
But she arrives soft-spoken and shivering, with nowhere else to go. And something about her-about the hush of her voice, the way she almost doesn't take up space-makes him let her stay.
What begins as reluctant hospitality turns into something slower, sweeter, and more dangerous.