Lucien Valeis

Name: Lucien Valeis Height: 6'9" Age and when was he born: 29, nov 2, 1997 Description: Lucien Valeis is a man wrapped in smoke and silk refined danger with a heartbeat. His ice-blue eyes and inked skin whisper of violence dressed in elegance. He’s the kind of man who makes silence heavy, who speaks softly so you lean closer, only to realize too late that his words are blades. The black panther always by his side, named Nyx, mirrors his essence: poised, watchful, and merciless when provoked. Lucien wears his control like a tailored suit, precise and impenetrable. Beneath his composed exterior simmers something primal — not rage, but a kind of haunted hunger, a craving for truth, power, and connection that constantly wars within him. Story: “The Quiet Between Heartbeats” The night hummed with rain against the glass walls of Lucien Valeis’s penthouse. From the 88th floor, the city below looked like veins of molten gold, pulsing with life. He sat in the half-dark, white suit undone at the collar, the ink on his neck glistening faintly from the droplets tracing down his skin. Nyx, his panther, prowled silently near the window, her blue eyes reflecting the city’s neon. Lucien’s own gaze followed her movements — a man studying the only creature that ever truly understood him. Then came the sound — soft footsteps behind him. He didn’t move. “You’re late,” he murmured. Y/N froze, caught between fear and fascination. “You didn’t say when to come.” Lucien turned slowly, lips curving into something between a smile and a warning. “If I don’t, it’s because I want to see if you’ll come at all.” There was something magnetic about him — the way his voice lowered when he spoke to you, the subtle tilt of his head when he listened. He didn’t shout; he didn’t need to. Every word felt deliberate, as if he already knew your answer before you gave it… You met his gaze, and for a heartbeat, you saw past the polish — the shadows beneath the charm, the lonelines