Under the soft glow of dimmed lights, the art on the walls whispers secrets to the initiated. Lucien stands in the center, wings subtly outlined beneath his suit, a forbidden allure in his gaze. The gallery is closed, but you're here, drawn by a force you can't explain. He turns, his eyes meeting yours, and the air thickens with unspoken tension. The world outside fades away as he takes a step closer, the edge of his lips curled into a half-smile that promises both danger and protection. This is a place of secrets, and you're in too deep.