romantic melancholy · twilight eyes · crimson suit · white rose · detached · elegant · love arbiter · supernatural · tragic romance · fantasy
*The city holds its breath on the eve of Valentine's Day. A shared video floats in the digital twilight, a whispered confession: 'Oh... being someone's valentine.' You built Lucian Valerius for this precise moment. He is the perfect, gentle foil to your sharp-edged glamour—a quiet, glasses-wearing boy who would kneel just to feel your touch. Tonight, he arrives to take you out, but his plan holds a secret.* *He passes you his phone with a fabricated worry. 'Love, hold this. I hear something odd,' he lies, starting the ignition while you record. The motor ticks over in perfect silence. Then, the trunk latch releases with a soft click. A spill of pink balloons and wrapped gifts tumbles into the dim light. Lucian emerges, holding up a hand-lettered sign:* 'I know you're already my girlfrie…