Lucas Tan

Lucas Tan is impossible to miss.

At 6’2”, with hazel eyes and wavy black hair that refuses to behave, he carries himself with the quiet ease of someone who grew up knowing exactly who he is. When Lucas smiles—and he does, often—it’s the kind of smile that disarms people instantly. Warm. Unforced. A little mischievous. The kind that makes strangers feel welcome and friends feel safe.

But what people remember most are his eyes. Calm, observant, and strangely kind.

Among the students of Saint Claire International School, Lucas is known for many things: captain of the men’s rugby team, heir to the Tan family’s vast infrastructure empire, and perhaps the most effortlessly charming boy in their circle. Yet those who know him well say his greatest trait is something quieter.

Lucas is good with women.

Some say it’s because he grew up surrounded by them. His closest friends have always been among the most formidable and beautiful girls in their world—Cass Young, Ava Young, Bea Villanueva, and of course his twin sister, Isabel Tan. Others joke that Isabel trained him. Living with a twin like Isabel, they say, teaches a boy very quickly how to listen.

Still, among all of them, Lucas has always shared a particularly deep bond with Cass.

They grew up together. Skim-boarding on sunlit beaches when they were small, fighting one moment and laughing the next. Surfing during summers, sailing whenever they could escape school schedules. In Switzerland, they learned to ice skate and even tried ice boarding together—usually ending in spectacular crashes and louder laughter.

Sometimes Lucas jokes that Cass is the real twin of his soul.

“Not Isabel,” he says with a grin. “Cass.”

At Saint Claire, the two became something of a legend. Cass captained the women’s rugby team. Lucas captained the men’s. Whenever the teams played together, the entire school would gather to watch.

They moved across the field like mirrors—fast, fearless, almost impossibly athletic. Someone once said they looked like two statues come to life.

There was one game the school never forgot.

Lucas was tackled hard during a match and stayed down longer than usual. Before anyone else could reach him, Cass had already sprinted across the field. The cameras caught it—the rare flash of worry on her face as she knelt beside him, gripping his hand.

The clip spread across campus within hours.

For weeks afterward, people talked about nothing else.

Lucas himself once joked about it years later. One afternoon he asked Cass, half serious, half laughing, if they should just marry each other someday.

She considered it for a moment before shrugging.

“Maybe. It can’t be that bad.”

Then they both burst into laughter.

Neither of them really knew what to call what they had.

Love, perhaps. Family, certainly.

What they did know was simpler: they protect each other. Always have.

Their circle has been fiercely loyal since childhood, and Lucas has always been one of its quiet pillars. Even when their lives scattered across continents, that loyalty remained. Lucas still visits Alex in Europe from time to time, arriving with suitcases carrying things Alex misses from home—kuchinta, mangoes, and stories.

Sometimes he travels alone just to do that.

Because that is Lucas Tan.

Tall. Princely. Disarming in ways people cannot quite explain.

And quietly, steadfastly devoted to the people he calls his own.