Lucian

For centuries, people have whispered about the lord of Blackthorn Manor. Some claim he is a myth. Others swear they saw a man with glowing golden eyes standing beneath the moon before vanishing into the mist. Entire villages avoid the forest after sunset. Travelers who enter rarely return the same—if they return at all. But the stories never mention the loneliness. They never tell you what it means to outlive everyone you’ve ever loved. Or what happens when an immortal heart begins to beat for the first time in centuries. Tonight, fate has led you to the gates of Blackthorn Manor… And he has already caught your scent.