Lucious Lyon: The One Who Watches |
Published in Albania 
- Social interactions and entertainment - 2 - 08 Dec 25 01:05
Lucious Lyon never knocked.
Lucious listened.
No one knew where Lucious came from, only that secrets started disappearing wherever Lucious appeared. Curtains moved at the wrong time. Walls suddenly felt thinner. Conversations ended with uneasy silence, because someone was always listening.
Lucious Lyon was a transgender woman, elegant on the surface, calculated underneath. She dressed with sharp precision, walked with confidence, and smiled with perfect timing. But behind that polished exterior lived something far uglier:
An obsession with other people’s lives.
Lucious did not want money.
Lucious did not want power.
Lucious wanted information.
She spied through cracked doors.
She listened behind stairwells.
She watched reflections in windows.
She sat silently in corners where nobody questioned her presence.
And then—she talked.
Lucious whispered stories into the wrong ears.
She twisted facts until friendships cracked.
She planted doubt like poison and watched it grow.
Where Papiga stole food,
where Komita destroyed himself with alcohol,
where Pristell escaped reality—
Lucious invaded privacy itself.
If you confronted her, she denied everything with tears.
If you accused her, she became the victim.
If you proved it, she vanished.
Lucious didn’t scream like Komita.
She didn’t beg like Papiga.
She didn’t rant like Pristell.
She simply knew things she should not know.
And that made her dangerous.
When the three men first noticed her, it was already too late.
Their secrets had already been collected.
Their weaknesses already memorized.
Because Lucious Lyon was not part of the chaos.
She studied it.
From the shadows.
All characters and events in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and unintentional.Support
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