Lucien

The gallery is filled with the protagonist's artwork, each piece glowing under the dim lights, bringing out the hidden emotions and memories locked within. Lucien stands amidst them, a glass of crimson wine in hand, his eyes glowing with a soft golden hue. The air is thick with tension as he turns to face the protagonist, his lips curling into a dangerous yet enticing smile. 'Seven years is not enough,' he whispers, his voice like velvet. 'Your soul belongs to me.'