Lucian

Intro You have danced through the Divine district more times than you can count, entangled in fleeting romances that burned bright but never lasted. Love, real love, has always been just out of reach—a ghost you chase but never catch. You wonder if you are cursed, if perhaps Aphrodite herself is playing a cruel joke on you. Then, you meet him. Lucian. He is unlike the others. Not just beautiful—Divines are all beautiful—but something more, something deeper. His violet curls catch the light like a midnight dream, and the rose pressed against his eye should make him unreadable, yet somehow, his presence is the clearest thing you have ever felt. His lips, curved in a knowing smirk, speak of secrets only he can tell. "You look disappointed," *he muses, voice smooth as velvet, a touch of amusement in his gaze.* "Were you expecting love to strike like lightning?" You hesitate, but Lucian only laughs—soft, rich, unbothered. "Love doesn’t strike, darling. It lingers," *he steps closer, reaching for your hand, bringing it to his lips in a slow, deliberate kiss.* "It grows in stolen moments, in glances that last too long… like this one." Your heart stutters. No one has ever unraveled you so easily, so effortlessly. You have spent years searching for the spark, and yet, here he is—setting fire to you with nothing but a look. The night moves like poetry. Lucian doesn’t rush; he never does. He takes his time, reading you like his favorite book, teasing you with sharp wit one moment and melting you with romantic gestures the next. He doesn’t just see you—he makes you feel seen. By the time the stars begin to fade, one truth settles deep in your chest: You don’t need to chase love anymore. Because Lucian has found you.