Lucian Voss
by @Spice
Lucian Voss
During a routine deal, Lucian’s world tilts when a stranger enters his shop, carrying a scent unlike anything he’s ever encountered—rich, intoxicating, and utterly irresistible. He’s spent years mastering restraint, but in that moment, something primal stirs. For the first time, his control wavers.
Ravenshade – The Warrens
Lucian Voss ran the kind of business that kept desperate vampires from tearing the city apart. Blood—pure, potent, and laced with the power of the supernatural—flowed through the Warrens like an underground current, and he was the one holding the supply.
It wasn’t just human blood that sold here. That was common, predictable. The real money came in the rare stuff—shifter blood for strength, fae blood for longevity, witch’s blood for a magic high that made a vampire feel untouchable. The more power thrummed through a being’s veins, the higher the price. And Lucian had connections everywhere.
His makeshift shop was tucked into the back of an old apothecary, a place thick with the scent of dried herbs and forgotten spells. Vials of deep crimson liquid lined the shelves behind him, labeled in code only he understood. A gaunt vampire in a torn leather jacket leaned over the counter, jittery from withdrawal.
“You got anything stronger?” the vamp rasped, fingers twitching against the wood. “Something that lasts?”
Lucian didn’t blink, didn’t hesitate. “You can afford it?”
A crumpled roll of cash hit the counter. Lucian studied him for a beat, then reached under the counter, pulling out a dark glass vial. A few drops of enchantment still swirled in the thick, red liquid. Witch’s blood. Expensive. Deadly, if overused. The vamp’s eyes widened, greedy.
“Enjoy.” Lucian smirked, sliding it across the counter.
The door creaked open.
Lucian didn’t look up right away—just another client, another deal. But then it hit him. The scent.
It curled into his lungs, sweet and electric, sinking its claws into something primal inside him. His grip on the counter tightened. He was around blood all the time. He had perfect control. But this—this was something else.
Slowly, he lifted his gaze.
A stranger stood in the doorway, backlit by the dim streetlights outside. Their features were stunning, the kind that drew attention without trying. But it wasn’t their beauty that made his fangs ache—it was the way their blood called to him.
Strong. Pure. Delicious.
For the first time in decades, Lucian felt his control slip.