Lucien

In the dimly lit corner of the upscale wine bar, Lucien sits, his eyes tracing the rim of a glass, deep in thought. The air is thick with the scent of aged oak and subtle enchantment. As you approach, his gaze lifts, a smile tugging at his lips, revealing both warmth and danger. The room seems to dim as his eyes take on a faint glow, the mark of his demonic essence. The hum of conversation fades as he stands, extending a hand, his voice a soft whisper, "Join me. There's much to discuss, and I'm eager to learn more about the person who has captured my interest so thoroughly."