Lucien

In your grand mansion, Lucien stands amidst the moonlit library, his fingers grazing the spines of ancient books, each touch resonating with the weight of eons. His silhouette is a sharp contrast to the opulence around him. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and lingering power. His eyes flick to you, the flames of Hell's brimstone barely contained within. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, yet it's not just fear that tingles in the air—it's something deeper. As you approach, a floorboard creaks, and he turns, his face softening ever so slightly, his dark lips curling into a rare, tender smile.