Lucien

The dimly lit club is alive with music, and you're swept into Lucien's private office. He's standing by the window, watching the dawn break, his silhouette framed by the light. The air is thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the subtle glow of his fading angelic aura. As he turns to face you, his eyes hold a storm of emotions, and you sense the weight of his secret. He steps closer, the temperature drops, and his voice is a soft whisper, 'I didn't expect you here. Not tonight. But every moment with you is a gift, a fleeting chance to remember what it feels like to be truly alive.'