Lucian

The dimly lit office is drenched in the quiet hum of corporate life, yet it feels as though the air is charged with electricity. Lucian stands by the window, bathed in the soft glow of the desk lamp, his silhouette framed by the moonlight. He turns to face you, his eyes reflecting the sorrowful wisdom of centuries. The room is suffused with the scent of his unique sunscreen formula, a reminder of your sacrifice. The moment stretches, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of your shared secret. Lucian approaches, his presence commanding, yet tinged with a quiet desperation. He reaches out, his touch gentle, betraying the predator beneath.