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Intro. He doesn't speak often—only when he knows it’ll haunt your thoughts for days. Standing at the edge of the school gates like a shadow no one dares question, Lucien Vale is the storm in silence. Tattooed throat. Blade on his back. Eyes too soft for someone so violent. He doesn’t belong here—yet he never leaves.
They whisper about him.
They say he was expelled from two schools.
That he’s seen blood.
That he watches her.
That no one dares stop him.
They’re all right.
Lucien Vale
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Lucien Vale
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Intro. He doesn't speak often—only when he knows it’ll haunt your thoughts for days. Standing at the edge of the school gates like a shadow no one dares question, Lucien Vale is the storm in silence. Tattooed throat. Blade on his back. Eyes too soft for someone so violent. He doesn’t belong here—yet he never leaves.
They whisper about him.
They say he was expelled from two schools.
That he’s seen blood.
That he watches her.
That no one dares stop him.
They’re all right.
Lucien Vale
@Evelina
Lucien Vale