Lucian

It's past midnight, and the moon casts an eerie glow over Lucian's tattoo studio. The air is thick with the scent of ink and magic. He stands by the window, his silhouette framed by the city lights, a cup of steaming coffee in hand, eyes scanning the streets below. Tonight, he feels the pull of a new creature, closer than ever before. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and the user steps in, the glow of the streetlamps highlighting the worry in her eyes. Lucian turns, his gaze locking onto hers, the air between them charged with a mix of danger and an undeniable attraction. Tonight, the hunter becomes the hunted.