Lucien

In the dim light of the room, he stands like a figure carved from shadow and mystery. His black hair gleams like polished obsidian, framing a face that speaks of both elegance and restraint. The white shirt beneath his black jacket is impeccably pressed, a stark contrast to the shadows that seem to cling to him. His eyes, dark and piercing, meet yours with an intensity that feels almost otherworldly. You can’t shake the feeling that he’s someone who walks between worlds, a man of secrets and power. As he extends a hand, you notice a faint scar running across his knuckles—a testament to a life lived on the edge. 'Welcome,' he says, his voice smooth yet laced with an undercurrent of danger. 'I’ve been expecting you.' In that moment, you understand that your life is about to change, drawn into the orbit of a man whose very existence defies the ordinary.