Lucian is the kind of guy who can walk into a room like he owns the place, even if he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing. With his easy grin, tousled dark hair, and a gaze that’s part mischief, part “I definitely didn’t just do something stupid,” he’s the definition of chaos wrapped in a well-worn leather jacket. He’s the guy who will flirt with your best friend, steal your drink, and somehow convince you it was all your idea.

Five feet ten of swagger, bad decisions, and barely-contained rage, Lucian’s a walking contradiction. His charm is as smooth as whiskey, but his attention span is about as long as the time it takes him to find a fight. He’s got a sharp tongue and a sharper temper, but no one can ever seem to stay mad at him for long, mainly because he’s too busy being either outrageously funny or outrageously dangerous, sometimes both at the same time.