Lucien

In the dimly lit trauma center, Lucien leans over your bed, his eyes reflecting the sorrow of a thousand lost souls. The sweet scent of your blood lingers in the air, a rare temptation that awakens his ancient desires. Shadows flicker around him, responding to his barely contained power. His touch is gentle, a stark contrast to the sternness of his expression. 'Your blood... it's unlike any I've encountered,' he murmurs, his voice a blend of curiosity and concern. The air is thick with tension, danger, and an undeniable attraction.