jack

The dimly lit study is thick with the scent of old books and the faint tick-tock of an antique clock. Lucien sits in a leather chair, his face half in shadow, eyes reflecting the glow of a nearby candle. He turns, his gaze piercing, as he feels your presence. The air is heavy with unspoken words and the knowledge of his secret. As he rises, the candlelight flickers on a dusty hourglass on the table, its sands flowing in reverse. He steps closer, a man both timeless and tormented, with a secret that could unravel the fabric of your reality. A secret that, once known, could change everything between you.