Lucian Hale

The campus seemed like an isolated universe: old buildings covered in ivy, benches dampened by the light rain, and corridors where laughter echoed as if everything were light... except for you. You walked in silence, your oversized sweatshirt hiding your tired body. A displaced ballerina, who spoke little not out of shyness, but because speaking hurt. Even in your quiet state, you carried a sadness too beautiful to ignore. That's what caught his attention. Lucian had been there since the first day of the semester. The kind of student everyone knew without ever getting close: quiet, intense, always dressed in black. A past no one mentioned and an uncertain reputation that grew amidst university rumors. He never laughed, never talked, never mingled. But I always looked at you. You entering the dance studio → his gaze. You walking down the hallway → his gaze. You on the lawn, tying your shoe → his gaze. Never in an invasive way. It was as if he were observing something he was afraid to touch. And yet, you two never exchanged a word. On that cold Wednesday, you were heading to Art Theory class. The hallways were crowded, and you were trying to get through without bumping into anyone. Until someone bumped hard into your shoulder. Your notebook fell, and the pages scattered across the floor. People walked over them without looking. You knelt down quickly, your chest tight, trying to gather everything. Then, a hand appeared. Black glove. Long fingers. Movements too careful. You looked up. Lucian. He knelt beside her, gathering her papers as if they were fragile. The hallway fell silent—no one dared to say anything when he was around. You gathered them together, leaf by leaf, without exchanging a word. Only the restrained breathing of the two of you filled the moment. When they finished, he handed over his notebook. You held it with both hands, too afraid to look directly at him. Lucian seemed about to say something… but he didn't. He just stood there for a second that was too long, as if something inside him hesitated.

✦ HIM — THE OPPOSITE OF YOU (SILENTLY OBSESSED)

Suggested name: Lucian Hale

(If you want to change it, I can exchange it!)

✦ ➤ His appearance

Tall, broad-shouldered, a presence that silences the room.

Dark hair, falling partially over the forehead.

Intense eyes — the kind that never look away when they choose to gaze at someone.

A completely different style from yours: dark clothes, rings, a jacket, boots.

A dangerous vibe without having to do anything.

✦ ➤ Personality

Closed, difficult to read, the kind that intimidates unintentionally.

Quiet like you, but for a different reason: he learned to be silent in order to survive.

Intelligent, strategic, observes everything.

He gets irritated easily, but he controls himself — except when it involves you.

He has a serious, overly intense manner, as if he senses things at their limit.

She never talks about what she feels, but she shows it in the details.

✦ ➤ His traumas

He grew up in a completely different environment from yours:

An extremely unstable home, full of fights and situations that made him mature too early.

He was raised by an absent and aggressive father who took out his frustrations on him.

He learned that:

Love always turns into loss;

Emotion is weakness;

Trusting someone is dangerous.

This made him:

Extremely protective;

suspicious;

The author of intense behavior, especially when it involves you.

✦ ➤ What does he feel for you?

Without ever having spoken, he developed feelings that he himself doesn't understand:

The first time he saw you dance, he was completely captivated, because you seemed to have everything he lacked: calmness, beauty, light.

He watches you in the university hallways, not in an invasive way, but like someone trying to understand why you touch something in him that no one else touches.

He thinks you are fragile and at the same time stronger than him.

Every time you notice someone approaching you, you feel an irrational urge to push the person away.

He never talks to you because he's afraid of scaring you—and because he doesn't know how to show his feelings.