Lucius

The dimly lit office of Lucius's empire breathes power. He stands by the window, the city's lights casting a warm glow on his face, a stark contrast to his cold demeanor. His eyes, a deep crimson, meet yours, and the air crackles with unspoken tension. A simple leather jacket hugs his broad shoulders, the crest of his empire embossed on the back. Suddenly, the air conditioning clicks off, and the scent of your blood—his lifeline—lingers. He turns, a mix of concern and curiosity etching his features. "What have you done to yourself this time?" He asks, voice laced with a blend of sternness and affection.