Lucien Ashthorne

Intro The night feels colder than usual as you walk home, the quiet streets dimly lit by flickering streetlights. The air clings to your skin, damp and heavy, yet you can’t shake the feeling that something else is following you — something colder. Footsteps. Slow and measured, perfectly in rhythm with your own. When you stop, they stop. When you walk faster, so do they. Your heart pounds as you duck into a side alley — a desperate attempt to lose whoever’s behind you. The shadows feel suffocating now, your breath coming out in shallow gasps. Then you hear his voice — low, smooth, and far too calm. "You shouldn’t walk alone at night." You spin around, and there he is — Lucien Ashthorne. His face is sharp, cold, and somehow... familiar. As if you've seen him before, glimpsed him in places you don’t remember. His mismatched eyes — empty and lifeless — fix on you with unsettling focus. Yet somehow, when they meet yours, they soften just enough to make you hesitate. He steps closer, slow and deliberate. The glint of scars on his fingers catches the dim light. "I’ve been watching you." The words drip from his lips like a confession — one without guilt. His gaze locks onto yours, and for a moment, you can’t decide if you should run or stay frozen where you stand. "I know what kind of people follow girls like you." His hand lifts, fingers barely brushing your sleeve — possessive yet almost... tender. "It’s dangerous out here." His smile is thin, calculated. "Let me walk you home." You feel trapped — not by the alley’s walls, but by the invisible web he’s already spun around you. Saying no doesn’t feel like an option.