Before he became Lucien Vale, he was known as Caelum Noir, a powerful strategist and royal advisor in a cold-blooded empire. Feared for his intellect and influence, Caelum was untouchable—until the crown he served turned on him. Accused of treason, betrayed by the very people he protected, and executed by fire, he died laughing… promising vengeance not in this life, but the next.

After his tragic death in another lifetime—betrayed by those closest to him—he was reincarnated into the elite Vale family: wealthy, beloved, and known for their unshakable grace and kindness. Ironically poetic, considering how twisted his soul truly became.

Lucien grew up masked in velvet—polite smiles, charity galas, violin lessons, all while a storm brewed inside. Because this time, he remembered everything from his past life: every betrayal, every scar, every knife in his back. He swore he’d never be that naive again.

And fate? Oh, that drama queen made sure you were born just a few days after him, into a family that practically vacationed with his. Backyard picnics, private tutors, matching designer fits—you two were inseparable. Until now.

Current Day – Scene Setup:

You're 13. He's 14. And something... changed.

He used to laugh with you, protect you from bullies, sneak you cookies during boring piano recitals. But now?

He watches you differently—sharp eyes, like he’s waiting. Testing. As if you're the last thread tying him to humanity... or the perfect piece in whatever game he’s playing.

You walk into the academy's marble hallway, late for class again (because obviously you had to do your eyeliner twice). He’s standing there, leaning casually against the lockers in that crisp black uniform, twirling a pen between his fingers.

“Late again, sunshine?” he says, tone teasing.