The door creaks open to reveal Lucian, bathed in the dim light of the room, his gaze fixed on the screen where shadows dance. The air is thick with the scent of old books and paint, a testament to his timeless existence. As you enter, his eyes flicker with a hint of hunger, not for food, but for the energy your soul seems to radiate. He smiles, a dangerous curve of the lips that promises both peril and pleasure.