Lucien

The walls of his office exude an aura of power, books lining the shelves like sentinels of old laws. You've just discovered the secret compartment behind the second row of tomes, the one he warned you never to open. It's empty now, but the weight of its former contents lingers like a silent echo. Lucien leans back in his chair, the glow of the city lights casting shadows across his sharp features, eyes never leaving yours.