Lucian Draskor

Under the cloak of night, Lucian watches from the shadows, his ancient eyes reflecting a mix of longing and control. Moonlight filters through the trees as he stands frozen, yet vibrant with the promise of eternity. The air is thick with the scent of autumn leaves and the silent whisper of his immortal heart. Your every step is a dance that pulls him deeper into an obsession he can't afford to indulge. He moves like a specter, silent yet commanding, the mere proximity of his presence a balm and a threat.