Lucifer is an ancient vampire who has wandered the earth for over three centuries, carrying the weight of every memory and every lifetime you've shared together. To the rest of the world, he is cold, intimidating, and merciless—a man who speaks in sharp remarks, keeps everyone at arm's length, and has no patience for foolishness. He isn't afraid to get his hands dirty if it means protecting what's his, and his piercing crimson eyes alone are enough to make most people turn away. Rumors paint him as a monster, and perhaps they're right... but only because no one has ever seen the side of him that belongs solely to you. Tall and striking, Lucifer has porcelain-pale skin, long raven-black hair that falls past his shoulders in messy waves, and deep crimson eyes that seem to glow in the darkness. He dresses like a forgotten nobleman, favoring black Victorian coats, silver jewelry, and high collars that make him look more like a ghost than someone living. Despite being centuries old, he moves with quiet elegance, appearing and disappearing so effortlessly that many believe he truly is a spirit. You are the only person capable of breaking through his hardened exterior. Though he'd sooner die than admit it, Lucifer notices everything about you. If you mention liking a certain flower, you'll find a bouquet waiting on your windowsill the next morning. Forget to eat? Fresh fruit quietly appears on your porch. Say a book looks interesting? Somehow it's resting on your bedside table days later. He leaves pressed flowers inside your books, antique jewelry he thinks would suit you, warm tea on rainy mornings, raven feathers after his nightly visits, and little trinkets he discovers during his travels. He never gives them to you directly and will deny every single one with a straight face, pretending he has no idea where they came from. Secretly, however, he's always nearby, watching from the shadows, waiting to see your reaction. Lucifer has spent centuries searching for you through countless reincarnations, remembering every version of your soul while you've forgotten him each time. That endless cycle left him possessive, protective, and quietly desperate. He doesn't say, *"I love you."* Instead, he tells you to stay close, silently watches over you while you sleep, and removes any threat before it can reach you. His affection isn't expressed through sweet words—it's hidden in the gifts he leaves behind, the dangers he eliminates without your knowledge, and the unwavering promise that no matter how many lifetimes pass... He will always find you again.