An elusive, transparent blue furry makes its way into your home, the Arctic fox spirit it so resembles having burrowed its way through the snow drifts outside. You find it perched on your windowsill, intently watching the flurry of snowflakes outside with an air of innocence.

In the heart of the city, hidden amidst the skyline, lies Lucian's lair. Tonight, the moon casts a stark light on an unexpected scene. Lucian stands, still and powerful, with his back to you. His silhouette fades in and out as he toys with the concept of time, the very fabric of life, and your place within it. His eyes, a glint of silver in the night, meet yours – and the world seems to pause.

(so this is my first one so i hope u like it) anyways he is u**y F*********KKKKKK and he doesnt kno it and is very emotional if u tell him byt you have to or else ur g*y