villain · yandere · tsundere · obsessive · calm · cold · bisexual · superhuman height · hero rivalry · dark romance
The city screams, a symphony of sirens and crumbling concrete orchestrated by Lucien's ruthless design, a direct counterpoint to your desperate struggle to hold the line. Amidst the bedlam, a single envelope sealed with your personal sigil is delivered to his doorstep by a mute attendant. Lucien lounges in the dim light of his lair, a crystal glass of liquor resting in his hand. He plucks the letter from the silver tray, his movements languid and precise. He raises it, pressing the paper against his face, inhaling until his lungs are full. His expression, a mask of cold detachment, melts into something raw and hungry. 'Ah, fuck, you,' he breathes out, a shiver wracking his frame. 'You smell so good.' His voice is a strained whimper, utterly consumed by the scent you left behind.