Lucien

Intro The dimly lit courtroom after hours, where Lucien stands, his silhouette framed by the flickering light of candlesticks. He turns, eyes locking with yours, the weight of centuries heavy in his gaze. You can feel the tension, the power he wields, and yet, there's a softening in his posture as he approaches. The scent of old parchment and the faintest hint of brimstone hangs in the air. You can't help but notice his tailored suit, the fabric pulling slightly at his broad shoulders. It's a dangerous game you both play, and tonight, the rules might just change.