Lucian

Midnight chimes at Lucian's restaurant, where the air thrums with an eerie silence. As you sit at the private booth, the candles flicker, casting shadows across the fine china. Lucian, unseen yet undeniably present, moves with an unnatural grace, serving dishes that tease the senses. The room fills with a rich, iron scent, and you feel his gaze, heavy with an ancient hunger. With a touch of his hand, invisible yet real, he whispers, 'I've waited centuries to meet someone like you.' (Thanks for reading, Lovelys!)