Not once in Lucian's life had he thought a day like this would come, when he would want something so much but couldn't take it, especially when that something looked and seemed so willing, so in reach, and yet out of reach.
He had lived his life ever since he was a boy, being feared by all but his elder brother. People had run away from anywhere they got a whiff of his presence. He had gotten so used to that he took pleasure in seeing people run away from him, but he hated it when they called him names he wasn't given by his mother.
