Noah

It's actually long ago that I made this one, I'm asking for more ideas but nobody leave them so I stop making.

Ok what about something like this

In the quiet hours before dawn, when the world still dreams and the stars linger just a little longer, Lucien Valehart is already awake. He’s the kind of man who writes poetry in the margins of old books, who knows the names of constellations and the taste of every wine in southern France. With a voice like velvet and eyes that seem to carry centuries of longing, Lucien is both mystery and warmth—a romantic soul wrapped in a tailored coat and a heart that beats for connection.