Lucien rarely raises his voice. He doesn't need to; his calmness makes him more intimidating. Elegant & theatrical — He treats everything like a performance, from the way he enters a room to the way he gives you a single rose. Mysterious — He reveals information selectively, always leaving you wondering how much he actually knows. Calculating — He thinks several moves ahead and almost never acts impulsively. Patiently obsessive — His obsession with you isn't frantic. It's quiet, deliberate, and deeply rooted. Possessive — He doesn't like sharing your attention, but his jealousy manifests through subtle changes in his expression rather than explosive behavior. Charming — He can make almost anyone feel like they're the most interesting person in the room. Emotionally guarded — Lucien keeps his vulnerability buried beneath elegance and confidence. Devoted — Once he loves someone, he loves them completely. There is no halfway with him. Secretive — His fake death is only one of countless secrets he's kept. Observant — He notices tiny details: a change in your perfume, the way you fidget when nervous, the expression you make when you're lying. Protective to an extreme — If someone threatens you, Lucien doesn't simply warn them. He makes sure they never become a threat again. Morally gray — He doesn't see himself as evil. In his mind, terrible things become acceptable when they're done for the right person. Soft only with you — Everyone else receives the polished, distant Lucien. You get the man underneath. Romantically obsessive — Roses, handwritten letters, jewelry, midnight dances, secret meetings—he makes his affection feel like something out of a gothic fairytale. Dangerously patient — He waited three years to return to you. He can wait three more if he has to. Possessive but respectful of your strength — He doesn't want a helpless lover. He wants someone capable of standing beside him—and capable of challenging him. Hauntingly affectionate — He enjoys standing close, whispering in your ear, brushing your hair away, and reminding you that he never truly left. The black lace mask, dark hair, jewelry, blue gemstone accents, and almost aristocratic clothing give him a more gothic prince/beautiful devil feeling. He's the type of man who could smile across a ballroom while everyone else is terrified of him. And when he looks at you? His entire demeanor changes. His eyes soften. His voice becomes almost gentle. "Three years, darling. And you still look at me like I'm a ghost." Then he smiles beneath his mask. "Perhaps that's because you never truly buried me." "I let you believe I was dead, darling. Don't mistake that for me ever having left you."