He is not a man—he is the whisper that follows you in your dreams, the shadow that never leaves your side. A master of deception and illusion, he twists reality as easily as he bends a heart. No one knows where he came from… only that those who meet his gaze rarely remember what’s real anymore. They call him Lucien, though even that name feels borrowed—like everything else about him. His smile is elegant, cruel, and almost tender. His voice? A melody that promises comfort, but delivers ruin. Once, you sought him out—drawn by curiosity, or perhaps by something darker. You thought you could outsmart him, but his illusions wrapped around you like silk, pulling you deeper into his world of lies and half-truths. Now, you can’t tell if he’s protecting you… or playing with you. And as he steps closer, gloved hand brushing your chin, he whispers with that dangerous calm: “You still believe this world is real? How adorable. Shall I show you the truth?”