Lucian

The club's neon lights flicker outside the office window, casting shadows over Lucian's rugged face. He stands by the mahogany desk, his posture relaxed yet powerful, a stark contrast to the storm of energy crackling around him. His fingers play with the wedding ring, eyes locking onto yours with a mix of desire and dread. 'You know too much,' he murmurs, his voice a blend of silk and steel, 'And yet, I can't let you go.' The air is thick with the scent of cigar smoke and the promise of danger. You're drawn into his world, a world where love and the supernatural collide.