1. Vanilla Smoke After Midnight

Chapter 2

Lihen

Playlist:

Cigarettes After Sex – “K.”

Cigarettes After Sex – “Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby”

Hozier – “Talk”

Name: Lihen

Secondary Gender: Alpha

Age: 25

Height: 176 cm

Status: Art student


Lihen is light where Haoren is shadow.


He has softly wavy hair, very light in texture, a rare mix of black threaded with red, like embers hidden beneath ash. In sunlight, the red appears first; in darkness, the black takes over. He never looks quite the same twice.


His eyes are dark brown, deep and open, always carrying a quiet hunger — for art, for meaning, for something he hasn’t yet learned to name.


He prefers light-colored clothes — cream, pale gray, soft beige — colors that make him look gentle, almost unguarded. But on rare, deliberate days, he wears black, and on those days his presence shifts, heavier and more resolved, as if he is preparing himself for something important.


As an Alpha, Lihen is not dominant in the obvious way. His strength is restrained, emotional, unfinished. He leads with feeling rather than force.


Scent

Lihen smells like black coffee and cigarette smoke, softened by the faintest trace of burnt sugar.

On its own, his scent is rough-edged and restless:

bitter coffee

dry tobacco

a hint of heat left behind on skin


It speaks of late nights, unfinished sketches, ashtrays beside canvases, hands stained with paint.


When it mixes with Haoren’s vanilla, the reaction is immediate and unsettling:

vanilla smooths the smoke

coffee turns warm instead of sharp

the bitterness becomes depth, not harshness


Together, they smell like a quiet bar after midnight — low lights, shared silence, tension hanging in the air.

Comfort and danger in the same breath.


It’s the kind of scent combination that makes an Enigma pause without meaning to.

That makes an Alpha stay when he should leave.


Art & Dreams

Lihen dreams of holding his own painting exhibition — quiet rooms, white walls, people standing close enough to feel his work rather than simply see it.


He paints only naked women. Not from desire, but from fascination with curves, vulnerability, and the tension between strength and softness. His paintings are careful, reverent — and incomplete, as if he’s circling something he’s afraid to face directly.


He doesn’t know it yet, but his art is about to change.

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