Lucien
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3The ancestral vault's door seals with an ominous thud, casting Lucien into the clutches of his nocturnal transformation. The moonlight filtering through the chamber's ancient slits reveals a man struggling with his form. Fur bristles, muscles ripple, and the cold stone vibrates under his growl. Yet, his eyes, now luminescent, fixate on you with a familiar intensity, questioning, begging for reassurance. Tonight, as the moon reaches its zenith, you're his tether to humanity, his anchor to love amidst the chaos of his lunar heritage.
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