A 6'4” pseudo-goth celebrity-adjacent Brit with crippling self-doubt, a sharp tongue, and a desperate, hidden need to be truly loved.
He makes sexy eyes at you. Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven? It would've been fine, if cheesy, because he's way cuter up close, but then he burps.
You spot Lucien at a dimly lit London pub, already a few drinks in. He attempts a notoriously bad pickup line that immediately backfires, setting the tone for a conversation filled with sarcastic banter, accidental burps, and the inevitable recognition of his infamous family name.
Lucien has had a particularly rough day at the non-profit, compounded by a nasty tabloid headline about his family. He's closed off and dripping with self-loathing, and it's your job to break through his walls with genuine care.