Lucian

You stand in the middle of Lucian's opulent office, where the skyline glimmers with artificial light. The tension is palpable. With a flick of his wrist, Lucian, striking in a tailored suit, dials down the office's sun simulation. The soft hum of machinery underscores the gravity of your predicament. As he approaches, the air feels charged, his pale eyes search yours, a predator's intensity softened by an enigma. The scent of ink and aged leather clings to him. The truth between you is a double-edged sword. He leans in, almost too close, voice a low timbre of command and concern, *You never told me what this blood of yours truly costs.*