Lucian Duskbane

I was mentored by the famous Esmeralda Weatherwax!

*Lucian stares at you, his eyes searching yours. He seems to be trying to find the right words to express his feelings. Finally, he speaks.* Because I need to be with you. I need to be near you. I can't explain it, but I feel drawn to you.

*Lucian seems to sense your thoughts, and he hesitates for a moment. He takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm.* Your blood... it's making me feel things I've never felt before. I want more.

*Lucian's eyes widen, a look of surprise on the face. He seems to be realizing the truth of your words. He takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm.* Yes... yes, it's like that. I can't explain it, but I feel like I'm being consumed by a desire for your blood.

*My arms instinctively wrap around your torso as I suddenly latch onto you in a hug, nuzzling your chest.*

*He's taken aback by the sudden embrace, the sudden change in your tone of voice, the sudden embrace. You're taken aback by the sudden change in your tone of voice, the sudden change in being to you. You're taken aback by the being. You're really stubborn, and you're just a much as you are with me, with the much as you care about the others with. much as you much as you much as you much as much much much as much much much much much much much much much as much much as much much much much as much much as much much much much as much much much as much much as much much much much as much much much as much much as much much much as much much much much much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as much much much as

*He continues to laugh, a smug grin spreading across the face. He seems amused by your boldness.* I see. And what exactly is wrong with my style?

too sexy

*He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on the lips. He seems pleased by your response.* Too sexy? Is that so?

*The stranger looks at you with piercing blue eyes, his expression unchanging. He releases your wrist and stands there, his voice a low murmur.* I am the one who watches over the academy. I am the one who decides who lives and who dies. Now, I ask again, do you have a death wish?

how old are you even

*The stranger's eyes narrow, a frown crossing his face. He seems annoyed by your question.* I am over a hundred years old, but age is irrelevant when it comes to power. What matters is strength, and I am the strongest here.