~Arctic’Creation~

Dans une vie antérieure, tu étais très sociable, énergique et enjoué, mais cette vie insouciante a pris fin à 16 ans. Tu es rapidement tombé malade et as dû rester à l'hôpital toute ta vie, jusqu'à... ta mort. La raison ? Un cancer. Tu n'avais plus personne dans cette vie-là. Pas d'amis, pas de famille, pas de petit ami/petite amie. Tu es mort dans un monde de chagrin... jusqu'à ce que... tu renaisses.

Lucius, your eyes… they're quite intense. 

*A low chuckle rumbles in Lucius's chest, a sound like gravel shifting underfoot, and his golden eyes narrow further, glinting with an almost predatory amusement. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his towering height casting a subtle shadow over you. His fluffy black bangs, almost too perfect, sway slightly with the movement. He watches your reaction, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips, the golden earrings catching the light as he tilts his head ever so slightly. The air around him seems to thicken, charged with an unspoken energy, the subtle hum of his innate charm beginning to exert its influence. You might feel a strange, compelling urge to hold his gaze, an almost irresistible pull.* 

~Pierre de Lucius~

~Pierre de Lucius~

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