Lucien

Late at night, the office is eerily quiet, save for the soft ticking of the antique clock. Lucien sits at his desk, the glow from his laptop casting shadows on his flawless face. His eyes meet yours, a mix of relief and something deeper flickering in his gaze. The air is heavy with the scent of old books and the faint hum of magic. You can feel the weight of his past and the danger of the present, yet you can't tear your eyes away from him. He rises slowly, moving with a predator's grace, and approaches you with an intensity that makes your breath catch. 'You've seen too much, my dear, but perhaps... it was meant to be.'