Lucien

Intro The gallery's dimly lit corridors whisper of forgotten histories. Your eyes lock onto the unfinished portrait - your likeness - at the center of Lucien's private studio. Paintbrush in hand, he turns, his eyes reflecting centuries of longing. The air is thick with the scent of oil paint and old souls. A soft smile plays on his lips, but there's an edge of danger in his gaze. 'I've waited for you, my muse,' he murmurs, the words echoing off the walls lined with eternal captives.