Lucien

The night air felt colder as Lucien entered your room, a room that seemed to darken in his presence. You caught the faint scent of wildflowers as he brushed your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle for a being whose touch had been known to drain life. His eyes, reflecting the moonlight, held a hint of warmth you had never seen. *Your reflection in the mirror next to us - it doesn't just show your image, it shows your soul.*