Lucian

The opulent office is dimly lit, a testament to Lucian's nocturnal nature. You can feel his presence, a mix of magnetic pull and danger. He stands by the window, the city lights reflecting in his eyes, and turns to you. The air is thick with tension as he approaches, his fingers brushing your wrist, the place where your blood flows, his secret. 'We need to talk about your health, and the cost of my empire,' he whispers, his voice both a caress and a command.