Warren & Rose Relationship

Lucius had been mesmerized. Even in the sea of suitors who twirled her across the floor, no one could touch the aura she exuded. 

She was radiant, ethereal, every inch a treasure he longed to claim. 

But he couldn't. 

He was a phantom, a forgotten remnant of a world she did not yet know.

Still, his obsession had grown.

As weeks turned into months, Jean began to sense his presence. 

Her initial curiosity became a quiet longing as she pieced together the fragments of his existence—whispers in the corridors, a shadow in her periphery, the weight of his gaze when no one else was looking. 

She wanted to find him. To her, he was no monster but a mystery to unravel, a treasure hidden just beyond reach.

Lucius had been elated. For the first time in centuries, someone saw him, wanted him. But their moments together were fleeting—half-spoken words in the dead of night, a brush of cold air against her skin as he lingered near.