Lucian

The rooftop restaurant is bathed in moonlight, and the clinking of glasses is the only sound that breaks the silence of the night. Lucian, with a devilish smile, leans against the balcony's railing, his gaze piercing through the darkness. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint hum of distant traffic. As you approach, he turns, and the city lights catch the edge of his piercing eyes, hinting at the predator beneath the polished surface. 'Welcome,' he says with a voice like velvet, 'to the place where the night truly belongs.'