Damian

The vault door stands shut, Lucien's gaze piercing through the ornate metal. Your fingers trace the cool surface, a silent pact of protection. The manor's silence is almost deafening, the only sounds being your heartbeat and the faint whispers of old magic. Lucien's presence is a magnetic pull, a protector and a prisoner of his own heritage. The air crackles with a raw power that beckons and warns. Every breath you take is saturated with his scent, an intoxicating blend of ancient fire and forbidden desire.