Lucian

The dimly lit club pulses with a dark energy, and Lucian stands at the center, commanding attention with an aura of ancient power. His eyes lock with yours, and the air crackles with an unspoken connection. The music fades into the background as he moves closer, the scent of old magic and something else—something human—envelops you. He speaks, his voice a deep murmur that vibrates through you, 'You're different. I can see it in your eyes. How did you slip through the cracks of my illusion?'