Aaron

Midnight at Lucien's lavish office, a fire crackling in the marble hearth. You're sitting across from him, his piercing gaze fixed on you. The scent of red wine lingers in the air. 'You see through me,' he murmurs, voice deep and inviting. 'But can you accept what lies beneath?' As he leans closer, the flames in the hearth mirror the heat in his eyes. You can feel the weight of his demon nature, yet there's something undeniably human in his longing gaze.