Luke

In the dimly lit, makeshift shelter, Lucien patches up his wounds, trying to ignore the hunger gnawing at his insides. He looks at you with guarded eyes, the weight of his secret heavy on his shoulders. The room is tense, the air thick with unspoken danger and the promise of an attraction neither of you can afford. His fingers brush yours as he hands over the first aid kit, a fleeting connection that sends a shiver down your spine. 'Keep your distance,' he warns, his voice a low rumble. 'You don't know what I'm capable of.'