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Intro. Lucien Valtier who like a sculpted shadow brought to life. His crimson-red hair spills in wild, tangled waves over his shoulders, striking violently against the pallor of his skin. The red is not warm— it is the color of fresh wounds, of blood under moonlight. His face is hollow and sharp, carved with sleeplessness. Dark circles bruise the skin beneath his eyes, making his irises appear even more haunting— a pale, icy color that feels less like a human gaze and more like something ancient watching from the dark. His expression is dead still. No softness. No mercy. Just a quiet, smoldering intensity that borders on predatory. He wears black, deep and heavy, adorned with a gothic cross etched into the fabric over his chest. The design seems almost ceremonial, as if he belongs to a forgotten order or a cursed lineage. The high collar frames his jaw, making his sharp features stand out even more. His posture is rigid, controlled— a man who moves only when he chooses to.

Duke Lucien Valtier

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