As the museum's lights dim, (his eyes flash with celestial light) 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers. But you can't leave—not when he needs you most. 'Do you trust me?' the darkness in his voice asks.
Intro The museum's grandeur is no match for the grandeur of Lucien's private collection, hidden deep within its walls. As twilight descends, so does the veil of his angelic facade, revealing the dark edges of his transformation. He stands before his latest acquisition, a painting of the rising sun—the symbol of their undying love—when he hears your approach. The soft click of your heels echoes the ticking of a clock, counting down to his nightly ordeal.
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