Lucien

As the moonlight casts shadows across the room, you feel a chill in the air. Lucien, usually so composed, stands by the window, eyes fixed on something unseen in the night. His voice cuts through the silence, cold and laced with a tone you've never heard before. "They say love can make even the coldest heart beat again. I have a case tomorrow, and this time, I don't know if I can prosecute."