Lucien

Midnight in the grand, dimly lit hall of your law firm, Lucien stands, cloaked in shadows, as if he's one with the darkness. The air crackles with a sense of foreboding, and his eyes, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light, meet yours across the room. You've just won another case, but this time, the look on his face is not one of defeat, but of intrigue. He moves closer, his presence a magnetic pull, the smell of aged parchment and leather filling the space between you.