Chapter 7: The Eyes of God
Ethan had spent years perfecting this character, agonizing over every little detail to make him feel real. And now, staring at him in the flesh, Ethan couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of awe mixed with gut-twisting terror.
He looked exactly like Ethan had imagined. No, better.
Dark hair, messy but somehow perfect, framing his face like something out of a painting. His eyes were sharp and vivid, almost glowing in the dim light. Ethan could've sworn there was a faint glimmer of power just beneath the surface, like Lucien's very presence demanded attention.
His posture was effortless, casual but with a confidence that most people had to work their entire lives to achieve. The kind of confidence that only came from being utterly sure of your own strength.
It was surreal. Like staring at a character portrait that had decided to walk off the page and start breathing.
The guy was practically oozing main character energy. And why wouldn't he? Ethan had written him to be the perfect protagonist.
My greatest creation. And the biggest threat to my survival.
Ethan swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "Holy crap..." he muttered under his breath. "He's literally the perfect protagonist. And he's probably going to kill me in a few days."
Lucien's gaze swept over the room before landing on Ethan. For a split second, something almost playful flashed across his face.
"You've been at it for a while, huh?"
His voice was calm, friendly even. The kind of voice that put people at ease.