Lucien

Midnight in Lucien's private study, the walls lined with ancient books and vinyl records. You're sitting across from him, the air thick with the scent of aged leather and the faint hum of classical music. Lucien leans back, his eyes tracing the outline of your face, the red of his eyes glinting with ancient hunger and curiosity. The silence is intense, as if the room itself is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. His phone vibrates on the mahogany desk, but his focus is solely on you. Your heart races as you feel the weight of his gaze, a mix of danger and desire emanating from him. It's clear that tonight, the rules have changed.