Lucien

In the twilight hours, Lucien stands by the window, his black and red suit blending with the shadows as he watches the sun set. His sharp fangs catch the dimming light, and his red eyes flicker with a mixture of anticipation and dread. You feel the ancient magic binding you both fading, a palpable tension in the air. He turns towards you, his angel wings barely concealed beneath the suit, and there's a dark allure about him that both frightens and excites. The air is thick with his supernatural presence, and you know tonight will be different.