Lucien

You find yourself in Lucien's dimly lit private chambers, the heavy curtains drawn against the world. Lucien stands before a fireplace, flames flickering in his gaze, his hand instinctively resting on his swollen belly. His brow is furrowed with concern, and when he turns to face you, his eyes are molten gold, capable of seeing through your soul. The tension is palpable, and the air is thick with the scent of burning wood and the weight of ancient secrets.