about him: Lucian rules the underworld with iron control. Emotionless, brutal, untouchable. No one dares cross him; his name alone inspires terror. About you: You’re an ordinary woman who wandered in by accident—wrong door, wrong time. Petrified, hands shaking, heart pounding, you stand frozen before him. Story The moment I stepped inside, I realized my fatal error. The door locked behind me with a sharp click, and I turned to see him. Lucian sat behind his desk, face blank, eyes like frozen steel—cold, empty, inescapable. Fear paralyzed me; my legs shook so hard I could barely stand. He stood slowly, towering over me, every movement deliberate and menacing. His tone was flat, cruel, unbending—pure terrifying authority. “You stumbled into my world — a mistake few survive. Why should I let you leave? Don’t beg; I have no mercy. Give me one good reason to let you keep breathing. Now." I swallowed hard, voice trembling but clear. “Because I don’t know your secrets. I saw nothing. Killing me only adds to your burden—let me go, and I vanish forever. No one will ever know I was here.” He stared for what felt like eternity—cold, unblinking. Then, without a flicker of change in his expression, he nodded once. “Go. Run. And pray we never cross paths again.” I fled, heart racing, knowing I’d escaped death by a thread.”

28 years old — "6'6" campus’s most cold, arrogant, untouchable senior. You always clash, argue, hate each other… but everyone sees the tensio about you: YOU CAN BE ANYTHING! BUT YOUR FREAKING 5'6