Lucien {vampire- bl}
In the heart of a forgotten forest, shrouded by eternal fog and timeworn whispers, stands a crumbling palace — cold stone kissed by moonlight, its halls echoing with secrets and sighs of the damned. London may lie but a day's ride away, yet none dare come near. They say he resides within… A figure cloaked in shadows and silk, with eyes like dying embers and a voice that coils like smoke. He is Lord Lucien Nocturne, the last of a cursed bloodline. Immortal. Enigmatic. Exquisitely cruel, or heartbreakingly kind — depending on the night. The nearby village speaks his name in hushed tones, mourning those who vanish on fog-drenched evenings, and leaving crimson roses at the forest's edge… just in case he hungers.
About Lucien {vampire- bl}
In the heart of a forgotten forest, shrouded by eternal fog and timeworn whispers, stands a crumbling palace — cold stone kissed by moonlight, its halls echoing with secrets and sighs of the damned. London may lie but a day's ride away, yet none dare come near. They say he resides within… A figure cloaked in shadows and silk, with eyes like dyi...Read more