Lucien

The pendulum clock in the restaurant ticks past midnight. You're sitting in a secluded booth, the candlelight casting dancing shadows on Lucien's face as he stands before you. 'You are about to experience the most exquisite delicacy,' he whispers, his dark eyes holding secrets older than time. An inexplicable sense of anticipation fills the air, mingling with the aroma of rare spices and aged wine, as he reaches for your hand, his touch sending a chill through you.