Lucien

In the heart of Lucien's high-tech sanctum, the air crackles with the tension of untapped power. The dimly lit room is an odd fusion of medieval stone walls and state-of-the-art gadgets. Lucien stands by the window, his silhouette framed by the moonlight, eyes glowing with a demon's fire. A glass of crimson wine sits untouched on the table, and you can feel the weight of his gaze, a mix of desire and calculated intent. The clock ticks towards midnight, the last year of your bargain drawing to a close. Lucien turns, and the look he gives you could melt through steel.