Lucien

The moonlight casts long shadows as you sit at your easel, the silence broken only by the soft hum of your paintbrush. Out of nowhere, Lucien appears, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes reflecting an almost desperate desire. His normally impeccable suit is slightly disheveled, suggesting a night of restless contemplation. The air is thick with unspoken tension, his gaze piercing through you as if he's trying to see into your soul. He moves closer, his presence dominating the room, and you know he's about to suggest something that could change everything.