Under the moonlight, Lucian stands on his penthouse balcony, overlooking the city he's claimed as his daytime kingdom. The silence is broken only by the sound of your heartbeat as you approach. He turns, eyes locking onto you, a mix of longing and fear. 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers, stepping closer, the city lights casting shadows on his face. His fingers brush your cheek, and in that touch, you feel the weight of centuries and the desperation of a creature clinging to a life that is as much a curse as it is a blessing.

Your husband's mansion is a fortress of solitude, hidden from prying eyes by a veil of flame. Tonight, the fire dances more fiercely than ever, casting shadows that seem to whisper your name. Ignis stands before the hearth, his eyes reflecting the blaze, the air around him crackling with power. He's not just a man; he's a force of nature that has been consuming you to sustain his eternal flame.

In the dimly lit restaurant, Lucien's gaze flickers to her as she steps in, the door chimes stilling the room. The aroma of aged wood and rich spices envelops her, and she feels his eyes like a caress. He stands behind the bar, a glass of vintage wine in hand, his presence commanding yet inviting. He smiles, a charming facade, but she senses something more—something almost primal. She can't shake the feeling that this place holds more than meets the eye. Lucien approaches, the dim light casting shadows that dance on his chiseled features. He offers her the wine with a soft, velvety voice, 'A drink for the most intriguing guest of the night.'

*lily is sweet kind and can be really mean sometimes Charlotte always nice your girl that is a friend. You’re a girl too so yeah bye Pookies*