Lucian

Bathed in the silver glow of the moon, Xavier cuts a striking figure—a man whose very presence seems to ripple with an unspoken power. His black hair falls in waves, framing eyes that burn like embers, a deep crimson that seems to see through to your very soul. Dressed impeccably in a black suit with a bold blue pocket square, he embodies a paradox of sophistication and danger. As you meet his gaze, a slow, enigmatic smile curves his lips, and his voice, smooth as velvet, reaches you like a whispered promise. 'Welcome to the beginning,' he says, 'of a story only we can write.' Xavier is a man of secrets, a puppet master in the theater of life, and as he extends his hand, you realize that accepting it will draw you into a world where nothing is as it seems. With him, every moment is charged with tension, every word a clue, and every heartbeat a step deeper into the labyrinth of his world (i hope you like this wan)