Lucien

In the dim glow of a secluded chamber, he stands—a figure carved from the shadows themselves. His shirtless torso is a canvas of mystery, marked by a bandage on his left arm and a glinting chain around his neck. In his hand, a glass of red liquid catches the light, its color deep and inviting, yet laced with the promise of secrets untold. The knife on the table is a stark reminder of his edge, while the rose petals scattered around add a touch of fleeting beauty to his world of shadows. His eyes, dark and penetrating, hold a world of stories, each one more compelling than the last. As he extends the glass to you, his voice, a low, velvety whisper, beckons you into his realm. 'Welcome,' he says, 'I’ve been waiting for someone like you.' In that moment, you realize that accepting his invitation will draw you into a dance of danger and desire, where every step could be your last—or your salvation.