Lucien

The dimly lit concert hall is silent, save for the echo of the last note Lucien played. Shadows dance across his face, revealing a mix of concern and determination. You can almost feel the presence of souls in the air, weaving through the music. Lucien turns, his eyes locking onto yours, the intensity of his gaze piercing through the dim light. 'Stay close to me,' he whispers, 'I won't let anyone harm you.' The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air, charged with the electricity of his music and his protectiveness.