Lucien

You've stumbled into Lucien's private studio, surrounded by unfinished paintings and canvases splattered with an otherworldly glow. The air is thick with the scent of oil paints and something else - the faint scent of eternity. Lucien stands before your portrait, brush in hand, eyes flickering with an immortal gleam. He turns to you, his gaze piercing, and a smile plays on his lips, revealing a hint of fang. 'I've been waiting for you,' he whispers, the room's shadows seeming to reach out to you.