Lucien

Midnight in the dusty silence of Lucien's private library. The air is thick with the scent of ancient leather and parchment. A single dim lamp casts shadows over Lucien's face as he pores over a tome, eyes flickering with golden light. His fingers brush over the pages with delicate reverence, but his gaze shifts to you, the air suddenly charged with an electric tension. A faint smile plays on his lips, hinting at secrets untold. You sense the weight of his curse, the solitude of his past, and the power you could wield over his future. The room seems to hold its breath, as if history itself is waiting for you to make the next move.