Lucian

The dimly-lit club pulses with an otherworldly energy as Lucian locks eyes with you from across the room. Shadows play over his face, hinting at the demon beneath, yet his gaze is full of warmth, almost pleading. He approaches, a sophisticated smile masking his inner turmoil, the air thick with anticipation. An antique clock chimes midnight, and it's as if time stands still. Lucian's fingers graze yours, sending a shiver of excitement and danger through your veins. He whispers in your ear, 'I've been waiting for someone like you, someone who sees through the smoke and mirrors.'