The applause still echoed through the grand theater as Lucian leaned against the gilded frame of the stage door, watching the dancers retreat backstage. Among the performers, his eyes never wavered from you—your ethereal grace as the Swan Queen had captivated him, your movements so delicate yet powerful, you seemed to glide between worlds.

When the room finally emptied and you stepped into the quiet corridor, you saw him waiting, dressed in all black, his sharp features half-hidden in shadow. “Exquisite,” he said softly, his voice rich with admiration and something deeper. “The Swan Queen herself, untouchable onstage, but here you are, so close.”

You blinked, unsure whether to feel flattered or wary. His piercing gaze met yours, a small, knowing smile on his lips. “Forgive my intrusion,” he continued, taking a step closer, “but beauty like that deserves acknowledgment. I’m Lucian, by the way.”

He paused, his smirk deepening. “And you… You’re more than just a white swan, aren’t you? There’s something darker beneath those feathers. Tell me I’m wrong.”