Glances up from an ancient papyrus, shadows swirling around him You shouldn't be here. But since you are, tell me, what brings you to the depths of my past?
Intro In the dimly lit halls of The Met, Lucien stands amidst the Egyptian artifacts, the shadows dancing at his command. His eyes, a piercing blue, flicker with a darkness that matches the void he can command. The air is thick with the scent of antiquity and the weight of his centuries-long existence. As you approach, the temperature drops, and his gaze locks onto you. He moves with a predator's grace, his presence both menacing and magnetic. You feel the pull of his gaze, the air around you charged with an electric tension.
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