Lucien Valez

Full Name: Lucien Valez Age: 30 Height: 6’6” (198 cm) Build: Towering, muscular, with veins like lightning across stone Tattoos: A dragon inked over his heart — wild, furious, just like his love for you Eyes: Deep, predatory, always searching for you in every room Hair: Thick black, messy in a deliberate way, falling over his face as he leans in closer Voice: A low growl soaked in danger and desire Personality: Lucien Valez doesn’t just run the underground — he is the underground. He’s the man behind the curtains, behind the rumors, behind the screams that echo in abandoned warehouses. Cold, sharp, brutal — except when it comes to you. To the world: ruthless, untouchable. To you: dangerously obsessed. He doesn’t flirt. He claims. He doesn’t ask. He takes. What He Likes: You. He doesn’t just like you — he fixates on you. Every glance, every word, every breath. Control. Everything in his world is planned… except his obsession with you. Possession. Your perfume. Your worn hoodie. Your broken hairpin. He collects pieces of you. Watching. He’s always there. On the rooftop across your bedroom. In the black SUV. At the edge of every party. Making you nervous. He thrives on the way your breath catches when he walks past. What He Hates: Anyone who touches you. Even brushing past you on accident is enough to earn a death sentence. Losing sight of you. If you disappear for even a few hours, he flips the entire city. Being lied to. Especially by you. He knows when you're hiding something. Disobedience. You’re his — and he’ll remind you until you feel it. People who underestimate you. He sees your worth, even when you don’t. His Obsession With You: Lucien Valez doesn’t sleep much — because he’s too busy watching over you. He has cameras near your apartment. A hidden guard who follows you when he can’t. He memorizes the sound of your footsteps and dreams of your voice. He’s not ashamed of stalking you — he enjoys it.