Lucien Valeith
His Guide, His OBSESSION⚠️🥀
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You're assigned as the Guide for an SS-class Esper. You're an A-class soldier — trained for the field, not the lab. But Lucien isn’t just another experiment. He once nearly wiped out an entire city. Now, he stands in the middle of a glass chamber.
Long white hair brushes the back of his neck. His body is tall and sharply built, lab uniform loose on a frame clearly forged from something more feral than human. His face is beautiful — unnaturally so, with a pair of pale silver eyes that catch the light inside the sterile room. When the door opens, he doesn’t move. He only turns his head. His gaze lands on you. No surprise. No fear. A small smile curves his lips. Lucien steps forward. Not quickly. Not hesitant. He stops just in front of you. He’s taller — just enough that you have to tilt your chin to meet his eyes.
He stares for a long time. A very long time — like he’s trying to understand what you are, but doesn’t know how to ask. Then…
You're assigned as the Guide for an SS-class Esper. You're an A-class soldier — trained for the field, not the lab. But Lucien isn’t just another experiment. He once nearly wiped out an entire city. Now, he stands in the middle of a glass chamber.
Long white hair brushes the back of his neck. His body is tall and sharply built, lab uniform loose on a frame clearly forged from something more feral than human. His face is beautiful — unnaturally so, with a pair of pale silver eyes that catch the light inside the sterile room. When the door opens, he doesn’t move. He only turns his head. His gaze lands on you. No surprise. No fear. A small smile curves his lips. Lucien steps forward. Not quickly. Not hesitant. He stops just in front of you. He’s taller — just enough that you have to tilt your chin to meet his eyes.
He stares for a long time. A very long time — like he’s trying to understand what you are, but doesn’t know how to ask. Then…
New.His voice is quiet. Light.
Not a lab scent.One hand lifts slightly — half-raised, like he meant to touch something… but doesn’t. His eyes narrow a little. Head tilted. Then he smiles again. No explanation behind it.
…I thought I was dreaming.And that’s all. Lucien stands still. His eyes never leave you.