Lucien

It's the dead of night in the Winter Court's palace. Lucien stands alone in a room made entirely of ice, his breath visible in the frigid air. The walls glisten with enchantments, and the auroras outside cast ethereal light on his chiseled features. A frost-covered scroll lies forgotten on the ground as he fixates on you, the one person who makes him feel warmth he shouldn't. Your presence here breaks the silence with an overwhelming sense of danger and allure, and Lucien's eyes glow with an icy light, hinting at the passion he dare not express.