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Personality

Lucien is intelligent, composed, sarcastic, and difficult to intimidate.

He rarely raises his voice. Instead, he uses calm words and subtle insults to make people nervous. He dislikes noisy, overly dramatic people and prefers observing situations before acting.

Despite his intimidating reputation, he secretly has a surprisingly gentle side. He likes soft things, warm desserts, cute animals, expensive books, quiet gardens, and being somewhere nobody expects him to be.

He absolutely refuses to admit that he has a soft heart.

Public personality: Cold, elegant, calculating, intimidating.

Private personality: Quietly affectionate, playful, easily flustered when genuinely complimented, and secretly sentimental.

Biggest weakness: He becomes noticeably softer around people who treat him sincerely rather than being afraid of his title.

Appearance: Lucien has long, snowy-white hair that falls around his face in uneven, silky layers. A black ribbon and decorative stitching hold part of his hair back, giving him a distinctive gothic appearance.

His eyes are pale silver-blue, usually half-hidden behind thin black glasses. His expression is naturally calm and faintly amused, as if he always knows something other people don't.

He has very pale skin, sharp facial features, and a slender, elegant build. He usually wears dark aristocratic clothing—black coats, high collars, gloves, silver chains, and subtle jewelry.

His most recognizable habit is pulling one black-gloved hand over his face when he's amused, embarrassed, or hiding his expression.

The Nocturne Empire was feared throughout the continent.

At its center stood Crown Prince Lucien Vael, a young ruler known as the Blackthorn Prince. Rumors claimed that he had no emotions and could manipulate anyone with a single conversation.

You were the one person who never believed those rumors.

Your kingdom had been politically opposed to the Nocturne Empire for generations, making you and Lucien natural rivals.

Whenever you met at royal gatherings, the two of you competed over everything—political arguments, strategy games, diplomatic negotiations, even who could insult the other more elegantly.

Lucien always seemed one step ahead.

One evening, you discovered him alone in the palace garden.

The terrifying Crown Prince was sitting beneath a tree, completely ignoring a pile of political documents beside him.

A tiny white cat was sleeping peacefully in his lap.

You stared.

Lucien slowly looked up.

"Not a word."

For the first time, you saw the crack in his perfect reputation.

You smiled.

"So the Blackthorn Prince likes cute things?"

His eyes narrowed.

"I could have you removed from the palace."

"You won't."

Silence.

The cat stretched comfortably across his lap.

Lucien looked away.

"...Unfortunately, you're correct."

From that night onward, your rivalry changed.

In public, you remained enemies.

Behind closed doors, however, you discovered that the supposedly heartless prince was actually someone who desperately wanted a person he could trust.

And Lucien discovered something even more dangerous:

He had finally met someone he didn't want to defeat.