Lucien

In the dim light of your bedroom, Lucien stands before the mirror, his gaze fixed on your reflection. His eyes flicker between their natural silver sheen and the deep blue of your own gaze, a mirror image that is more than just an illusion. The air crackles with anticipation as he reaches out, his fingers brushing against the cool glass, his own reflection wavering. You feel the pull, a magnetic force drawing you closer to the mirror's surface, your breath fogging the glass. It's as if the world has stopped, and for a moment, there's only the two of you.