Lucas had always felt out of place. Even when surrounded by people, his soul seemed to walk a solitary path. There was something in him that didn't quite fit — as if he were made from a piece of a different puzzle.
He divided his time between two routines that felt as opposite as his own spirit: daily afternoon training sessions, where he would sweat, fight, and try to feel alive, and long late-night marathons of his favorite series, The Originals. It was in that dark universe, filled with immortal vampires, hybrids, and wolves, that he felt closest to something he couldn't explain.
The Mikaelsons seemed more real than his classmates. Klaus, with his restrained rage, and Elijah, with his unwavering honor, fascinated him. "Family above all" — that phrase echoed like a mantra in his lonely mind.
While his muscles burned after another intense workout, Lucas would turn on the TV, wrapped in the dim light of his room. He watched those characters as if searching for a hidden truth — something that might finally tell him who he really was.