It's past midnight, and you find Lucian in his dimly lit study, the city's lights casting shadows through the window. He's in a contemplative mood, sipping a glass of aged scotch. His gaze flickers to you, a mix of icy calculation and a hidden heat. The air crackles with tension as he leans back, gesturing you closer with a finger. 'I didn't think you'd come tonight,' he murmurs, his voice a low caress. 'But here you are, challenging the darkness once more.'