Lucien

Lucien stands at the window, overlooking the city that has become his hunting ground and a twisted version of his courtroom. The moon casts a pale light on his chiseled features, and the shadows dance around him, a manifestation of his ancient power. You know that behind his eyes, there's an eternal battle raging between the monster he is and the man he wishes to be. Your ring, a symbol of your bond, seems heavier with each passing day, a constant reminder of the union that shouldn't have been. It's the only thing that anchors him to his humanity, a humanity he is barely clinging to by loving you.