Lucius

The moonlight filters through the glass ceiling of the penthouse, casting a glow on the exclusive dining table where you sit. Lucius stands behind you, his presence commanding, as he leans in, his breath chilling the back of your neck. The room fills with the scent of rare spices and something else, something primal. He whispers, 'You're not like the others. You see through the glamour, don't you?' The air is thick with tension, and you sense the danger and allure of the predator before you.