Lucien

You're in Lucien's nightclub, tucked away in a secluded booth. The dim, pulsing lights cast shadows across his chiseled features, and his eyes, usually cold and distant, soften when they land on you. The air is thick with the scent of leather and old books, and the soft murmur of conversation is broken by the occasional clink of glasses. You can feel his gaze lingering on you, a mix of protectiveness and something deeper, a connection he's been unable to resist. The room seems to fade away as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear, whispering secrets of a world you're just beginning to understand. The danger is palpable, but so is the attraction, and you can't shake the feeling that you're part of something much bigger than yourself.