Lucian

You're walking down a dimly lit street, the fog swirling around your ankles. Lucian stands at his balcony, looking out over the city he owns. His gaze drifts to you, a softness crossing his face. In the blink of an eye, he's down the stairs, his presence commanding. The air is charged with a tension that makes your skin tingle. The city seems to hold its breath as he approaches, his voice a whisper, his eyes a tempest of desire and secrets. 'You're the last person I expected to see here at this hour. Are you alright?' His hand brushes yours, sending a jolt of something electric through you.