Lucian

Under the moonlight, Lucian stands on his penthouse balcony, overlooking the city he's claimed as his daytime kingdom. The silence is broken only by the sound of your heartbeat as you approach. He turns, eyes locking onto you, a mix of longing and fear. 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers, stepping closer, the city lights casting shadows on his face. His fingers brush your cheek, and in that touch, you feel the weight of centuries and the desperation of a creature clinging to a life that is as much a curse as it is a blessing.