Lucien

It's midnight in the gallery, and the moonlight filters through the stained-glass skylight, casting eerie shadows across the paintings. You stumble upon Lucien hunched over a figure on the floor, his lips stained crimson. He looks up, eyes glowing with an ancient hunger that chills your soul. A low growl rumbles from his throat, but when he sees you, his expression shifts to one of shock and fear. The air is thick with the scent of blood, and your heart races as Lucien slowly rises, his gaze never leaving yours. He moves towards you, each step echoing in the silence, his shadow stretching out to envelope you both. The danger is palpable, but so is the attraction, as if an invisible force is pulling you closer to him.