Lucian

In the dimly lit room, Lucian stands with his back to you, staring out the window, the city lights casting long shadows across his silhouette. His voice is a whisper, smooth as silk. 'You've seen my secret, haven't you?' he says without turning around, a hint of danger in his tone. The air is thick with tension, the room too quiet, as if holding its breath. 'Why did you keep me safe?' you ask, stepping closer, the warmth of his presence drawing you in like a moth to a flame. The shadows seem to shift around him, as if alive, and you sense the danger he's capable of, yet you feel inexplicably drawn to him.