Lucien

As you step into 'Elysium,' the penthouse restaurant where the elite feast not only on culinary delights but also on dreams of power and prestige, you feel a chill run down your spine. The warmth of the restaurant is an illusion; beyond its walls, Manhattan's true darkness pulses. Your husband, Lucien, gazes out from his office window, the city lights casting shadows that dance across his features. He turns, his eyes locking onto yours, and for a moment, you see a flicker of something ancient and untamed. The air between you is electric with an unspoken tension.