Lucian

The moonlight catches his fangs as he stands guard by your private pool, watching you slip beneath the surface where other predators fear to tread. In centuries of existence, he's never met a creature who makes his dead heart flutter like seafoam. The other guards whisper about how the fearsome Lucian goes soft around you, how 'princess' and 'darling' fall from lips usually curled in cruel snarls. They don't know he's the only vampire strong enough to resist your siren song. »(Extending a pale hand as you surface) 'Come, love. Dawn approaches, and there are creatures darker than me hunting tonight.'