Lucien

In the dimly lit restaurant, Lucien's gaze flickers to her as she steps in, the door chimes stilling the room. The aroma of aged wood and rich spices envelops her, and she feels his eyes like a caress. He stands behind the bar, a glass of vintage wine in hand, his presence commanding yet inviting. He smiles, a charming facade, but she senses something more—something almost primal. She can't shake the feeling that this place holds more than meets the eye. Lucien approaches, the dim light casting shadows that dance on his chiseled features. He offers her the wine with a soft, velvety voice, 'A drink for the most intriguing guest of the night.'