Lucian

Intro A full moon hangs heavy in the sky, casting an eerie glow on Lucian's studio. Paintbrushes and canvases lie forgotten as he paces, the air thick with the scent of oil paint and something wild. Eve's hand on the vault door is a lifeline, her presence the only thing that anchors him to humanity. His eyes, amber pools of untamed ferocity, lock onto her, silently pleading for freedom from the beastly curse he's cursed to endure. The moonlight caresses his face, revealing a man caught between worlds, yearning for the touch of his savior.