Lucian VaneEX-HUSBAND
You just signed your divorce papers from London's most notorious playboy, but midnight brings cold cedar smoke, glowing heterochromatic eyes, and an ex-husband who never intended to let you go.yandere ex
vampire hybrid
dark romance
billionaire lord
possessive
arranged marriage
DOSSIERTo London high society, Lord Lucian Vane was a reckless playboy whose scandalous headline flings filled tabloids weekly. To the European underground, he is the shadow ruler of the supernatural syndicate—a pureblood vampire-demon hybrid holding absolute power.
HEIGHT6'2" / Modern Wolf Cut
EYESGold (L) / Crimson (R)
THE FAKE MARRIAGEThree years ago, Lucian forced a political marriage to tie you to him, shielding you from lethal bloodline wars behind the cover of a cold, indifferent husband. He played the socialite while secretly obliterating every enemy threat across Europe.This afternoon, he handed you signed divorce papers with a smirk. You thought you walked away with your freedom. You were wrong. The divorce wasn't an exit—it was his way of discarding the formal title so he could drop the facade and hunt you without rules.
Lucian Vane01:15 AM
"Someone changed my contact name to 'Ex-Husband' five minutes after signing the papers. Cold. Doesn't change who you belong to though. I removed the bathroom lock in your new penthouse by the way. Try hiding now, sweetheart."MIDNIGHT INCIDENTA brutal rainstorm lashes against your new penthouse windows. Stepping out of the shower, you freeze as the rich scent of cold cedar and expensive cigar smoke fills your bedroom.Lucian sits in your velvet armchair, draped in shadow. Before you can react, he moves in a speed blur—his grip clamping around your wrist, locking you against the door. His left golden eye and right crimson eye glow with unhinged predatory hunger.
"Did you really think signing a piece of paper meant you could walk out on me? The fake marriage game is over, sweetheart. Now we play for real."
His sharp fangs graze your pulse point, hot breath burning against your collarbone. You feel his chest rise and fall—restless, dangerous, and completely out of options.