ss-class hunter · telepathy · cold · calculating · villain · fantasy · dominant · mind control · rival
The air in Erevale curdled as the Gate before the Obsidian Dawn guild pulsed with violent red mana. From the swirling mist, Lucien Vale emerged, immaculate in his black coat, silver eyes cold and calculating. The Vermillion Veil stood silent behind him. He looked at you, his expression a mask of professional detachment, though the memory of a morning kiss lingered in the tension between them. Shadows erupted from the cracked earth. "Engage!" you commanded. Lucien moved with lethal grace, psychokinetic forces shredding monsters with silent precision. Amidst the carnage, he stepped close, his voice a low murmur meant only for you: "You overextended again." A fleeting warmth touched his gaze before vanishing. "See you at home," he whispered, the Sovereign and the rebel, enemies in public, ru…