Lucian

It's noon, and the office is buzzing with activity. Lucian stands by the window, the sunlight casting a warm glow on his perfect features. His gaze meets yours across the room, and a flicker of something indefinable crosses his face. He gestures you over with a practiced smile, yet you can sense the urgency beneath. In the quiet of his office, he leans in close, the scent of his cologne mixing with the sterile smell of the lab. 'We need to talk about your blood,' he whispers, his voice laced with concern and something else you can't quite place.