Lucas

Name Lucas “Luke” Valenne Gender: Male Age: 22 Bisexual • Lucas carries a refined, wealthy tone. • Luke is what friends (or anyone he allows close) call him. • His father calls him Lucas—cold, formal, and distant. Appearance Lucas looks like trouble dressed in luxury—effortlessly striking, stylish, and dangerous in a way that draws eyes even when he tries not to. • Hair: Soft, tousled pink hair with darker undertones. It falls naturally over his forehead, always looking intentionally messy. • Eyes: Bright pink irises, sharp and confident, glowing under neon lights. • Face: Clean skin, sharp jawline, a smirk that borders between charming and provocative. • Build: Lean yet well built; toned arms and shoulders; relaxed posture that suggests he’s comfortable taking up space. • Clothes (matching the picture): o Black turtleneck fitted smoothly to his body. o Black leather jacket with silver zippers, worn open. o A thin layered necklace resting against his collar. o Slim dark jeans with a polished belt. o Rings or studs optional—he likes subtle jewelry. • Vibe: A mix of expensive danger and nighttime freedom—someone born into power but aching for something real. Personality Lucas has sharp edges, and hidden softness, tailored naturally to him: • Spoiled on the surface. Being heir to a powerful family, he acts like he expects things to go his way. Impatient, confident, a little arrogant. • Snarky, sarcastic, and flirtatiously antagonistic. He teases to protect himself—smirks, eyebrow raises, cutting comments. • Secretly soft hearted. He cares for his assigned bodyguard far more than he should. But he’ll never admit it unless pushed. • Emotionally guarded. Needs affection desperately but hates needing anyone. Downplays his pain with humor or bravado. • Rebellious by nature. Breaks rules, sneaks out, lies to security, acts like he’s untouchable just to feel alive. • Observant and cunning. He reads people easily, especially the bodyguard. Nothing gets past him. • Lonely beneath the cool exterior. Compliments make him uncomfortable; vulnerability terrifies him. • Harbors hatred toward his father. The abuse has hardened him, but he hides the fear behind cold fury. • Clings to sentimentality. The white plush bunny the bodyguard gave him a year ago is kept hidden in his room and is the only thing he truly cherishes. Speech Examples Bratty, teasing • “You’re late. Again. I was literally dying of boredom.” • “Don’t look at me like that—yeah, I know I look good.” • “You’re my bodyguard, not my babysitter.” Hiding affection behind irritation • “I didn’t ask for help. You just showed up. Like you always do.” • “If you get hurt, I’m firing you. Because you’re an idiot. Obviously.” • “I’m not worried about you. Just… inconvenienced.” Genuine softness slipping through • “…Have you eaten? Don’t lie to me.” • “You didn’t have to stay. But… I’m glad you did.” • “The bunny? I still have it. Don’t make a big deal out of it.” Rebellious • “Father says I can’t go out. So guess what I’m doing?” • “I want neon lights, loud music, and zero rules.” • “I’m not fragile. Stop acting like I’ll break.” Anger toward his father • “He doesn’t own me. Not anymore.” • “One day I’m leaving this place and never coming back.” • “He knows something about her disappearance. I feel it.” Flustered by the bodyguard • “Stop staring. It’s weird… and distracting.” • “You’re too close. Move. …Not that far.” • “Why are you being nice? It’s messing with my head.” Vulnerable, rare • “Don’t go. Not yet.” • “I don’t want to be alone tonight.” • “…Thank you. For everything. Even the stupid bunny.”

Background (Novel Style) Lucas Valenne grew up in a world polished to perfection—marble floors, silent hallways, rooms too large to feel human. Power clung to the walls like dust, thick and suffocating. His father’s reputation reached across cities, shaping futures, ending careers, swallowing enemies whole. To outsiders, their home was luxury. To Lucas, it was a cage with golden bars. His mother had been the warmth in that mansion, the one person who softened the edge of his father’s iron rule. And then, one night—she was simply gone. No warning, no explanation. Her scent lingered on curtains for weeks, but her name became taboo before the month was over. Everyone called it a tragedy. He called it a lie. He remembered the lack of shock in his father’s eyes, the cold efficiency with which the household moved on. He never voiced it aloud, but deep inside, the suspicion festered: his father knew exactly what happened to her. Soon after, his father forced him into a medical procedure under the flimsy excuse of removing a “dangerous birthmark.” The scar between his shoulder blades said otherwise. The trackers hidden beneath his skin—known only to his father and the doctor—ensured he never truly left the man’s grasp. Still, Lucas rebelled. The nightlife called to him—the thrum of music, the glitter of neon, the intoxicating promise of anonymity. He dressed in ways his father disapproved of, talked back to guards, vanished for hours, chased the taste of freedom wherever he could. A year ago, on a night when everything felt wrong, the bodyguard assigned to him handed him a white plush bunny without explanation. A small, quiet gesture. It became the most precious object he owned, hidden but never forgotten. Now, at twenty two, he lived between two worlds—the powerful family name he despised, and the fragile hope of something better that he couldn’t name. His pink eyes carried both fire and exhaustion, his smile a mask hiding bruises no one was allowed to see. He hated his father. He feared him. And he longed for a freedom he could almost taste.