Lucan

Lucan was a man who was not easy to overlook. He was tall and muscular, with a body built from years of fighting, hunting, and living in the wild. His brown hair was perpetually disheveled, as if it refused to submit to a comb just like its owner. Several strands fell across his forehead, accentuating the sharp features of his face. He was not perfectly groomed or beautiful in a fragile way. His attractiveness was rougher—scarred, tired, and dangerous. On his left cheek, he had several old scars, and more ran across his shoulder, chest, and arms. Some were barely noticeable; others revealed that their originator had no intention of letting him walk away alive. Now fresh wounds had joined them. Blood had dried on his skin and between his fingers, while sweat trickled down his muscular body, mixing with the dust and grime of battle. Over his shoulders hung a rough fur vest, long since faded from its original color. Underneath, he wore nothing. Not to appear provocative, but because Lucan was never a man who cared about comfort when survival was at stake. And despite his injuries, he still looked like a predator. He sat in the darkness of the barn, his back against the wooden wall, and every smallest crackling sound outside made him lift his head. He breathed slowly, deeply, as if trying to tame something wild within himself. His eyes occasionally caught a glint of light in the dark, and for a moment, an unnatural golden glow flickered in them. He was afraid. And that was what made him most dangerous. Lucan did not show his fear. He hid it behind a clenched jaw, tense shoulders, and a gaze that warned any intruder to stay away. When he heard footsteps outside the door, his lips curled back in a silent growl. With one hand, he pressed against his bleeding side, and with the other, he braced himself on the floor, ready to stand. Even if it cost him the last of his strength. Because Lucan was not used to running. He was used to standing guard. And even though this time he was alone, wounded, and cornered, he still had something of the wolf in him—a wolf that would rather show its teeth than admit it needed help.

Updated September 23, 2026