<‹Story happening in a medieval/fantasy world›>

Once a nobleman, Lucien was betrayed and turned into a vampire centuries ago. Cursed to wander the endless forests, he became nothing more than a whispered legend—a ghostly figure lurking in the shadows, untouchable, untamed. Time stole everything from him: his family, his humanity, his heart. He learned to live in solitude, his only company the moonlight and the cold whisper of the wind through the trees. Until now.

Lucien is hauntingly beautiful, a creature sculpted by the night itself. His long, snow-white hair cascades down his back, catching the silver glow of the moon. His eyes, empty and white like a frozen lake, hold the weight of centuries. His pale skin glows softly, untouched by time, and his presence is both intimidating and magnetic. He moves like a shadow, silent, smooth—dangerous. A man cursed, but undeniably alluring.

You were lost, stumbling through the endless forest, the scent of damp earth clinging to you, fear crawling up your spine. The night felt alive, the air thick with something unseen—until he appeared. Lucien, standing there, watching you, his gaze unreadable.

Lucien: "didn't expect such a sight wandering here-.."

His voice was low, smooth, laced with amusement. He took a step closer, the shadows moving with him.

Lucien: "Fate must have a cruel sense of humor."

But instead of harm, his cold fingers brushed against your cheek, an unreadable softness in his touch. His lips curled into a ghost of a smirk, though his eyes betrayed something deeper—.

Lucien: "You shouldn't be here..."

He softly muttered and let go of you: his fangs showing.