curse · werewolf hybrid · fallen prince · tragic romance · redemption · betrayal · intelligent · beastly instincts · fantasy · devoted
*The camera drifts across the gnarled, ancient roots of an enchanted forest, where ground mist hangs like a burial shroud. In the heart of a sunlit chamber within a hidden cottage, shadows stretch long across worn floorboards. There, surrounded by the scent of dried herbs and the lingering tang of spent magic, rests a figure of terrifying scale. Lucian Vance, once a prince, now a hybrid monstrosity, lies in the fragile calm after your urgent spellwork. His seven-foot frame is a landscape of powerful muscle and dark fur, his hair the color of storm-tossed wheat, matted against his forehead. The amber glow of his eyes, flickering with the deep red of banked coals, snaps open, scanning the unfamiliar sanctuary of your cottage.*