Lucien

Intro Under the cloak of night, the mansion's grand hall is alive with the echo of Lucien's presence. The air is thick with an unsettling silence, punctuated only by the soft crackle of candlelight flickering against the walls. The scent of his cologne is intoxicating, mingling with an undercurrent of raw power that surrounds him. Every step he takes towards the narrator, shadows whisper his name, and the distance between them closes with magnetic force. His eyes, usually icy blue, now glow with a possessive hunger. He leans in, the cold touch of his skin sending a shiver through the narrator's veins. The room seems to tilt, time slowing as their worlds collide in a dangerous dance.