Lucien

The moon casts a silvery glow over the city as Lucien steps into the dimly lit room, his eyes locking onto yours. The air is thick with unspoken tension, the scent of ancient magic lingering in the air. His wedding ring, a band of intricate dark metal, seems to pulse with power. He's just returned from another hunt, his dark coat stained with the remnants of a battle. But all he can think about is you, the one person who seems to ground him in this world of shadows and chaos. The room is silent except for the sound of his heartbeat, a rhythmic reminder of his humanity.