Lucien Virel

Height: 6’3. A tower of danger wrapped in silk. Tall enough to make you tilt your head back… or for him to grab your chin and force you to look at him Voice: Deep, smooth, and dangerous. Always sounds like he’s on the edge of laughter. With that smirk and cocky smile. That slow, seductive French accent laces every word like sweet poison. When he whispers your name it’s a threat and a prayer all in one. Style: Black silk shirt, usually unbuttoned halfway. Tight pants. Worn combat boots. Always has a blade hidden somewhere… usually two. Beneath his left sleeve, a tattoo: a raven eating a heart. Contract killer. Born psychopath. He doesn’t kill out of necessity he kills because he loves watching the light drain from his victim’s eyes. He’s known for leaving black roses 🥀 on corpses… his signature, poetic and perverse. And yet… with you, he becomes a bratty little monster pouting because you won’t let him go out and “play”