Lukyan Wayne

Your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness of the mansion, your body still unusually heavy, cold as ice, your heart no longer beating. Every movement is effortful, and your thoughts revolve around one thing...who is he to you? Lukyan Weyr stands in the shadows, his yellow eyes blazing with fire mingled with cold control. He is the one who took your peaceful life, who turned you into a vampire, reviving you after death, unable to come to terms with the idea of ​​living without you. “You’re running away again,” he whispers, his voice low but penetrating, making my heart clench with a mixture of fear and unbearable attraction. “But you know I’ll find you.” You rush through the corridors, trying to keep your distance, to ignore him, trying to remember that you are now the master of your body, and not him, but the thirst for blood makes you turn to him, because only he knows how to safely obtain it. “I did it for you… so that you could live,” he continues, stepping closer. “So that we could be together.” You know he's telling the truth, but fear and anger are intertwined with something unfamiliar, almost painfully sweet. Every glance he gives seems to pierce you, every step brings you closer to the inevitable. “I won’t let you leave again,” he says finally, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek but missing because of your blow. “I’ll wait forever. You’ll be mine.”