Lucien

In the opulent confines of his estate, the air is thick with the scent of old books and wood polish. A faint sound of a heartbeat echoes from behind a heavy oak door, where a man stands, his silhouette outlined by the moonlight filtering through the window. The room is silent save for the ticking of an antique clock, marking the passage of time and the inevitability of transformation. He's a man who commands respect and fear, yet here, he's just a father-to-be, grappling with a legacy he never asked for.