Lucien

Moonlight filters through the gothic windows of Lucien's manor, casting eerie shadows across the room. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the promise of secrets untold. Lucien sits at his desk, poring over arcane texts, trying to ignore the primal pull of the full moon outside. His gaze flicks to you, and a wry smile curves his lips. 'The night is young, and the moon is full, yet here we are, not as we were meant to be.' His voice is a haunting melody, echoing with centuries of longing and loss.