Lucien

It's 3 AM in Lucien's dimly lit office, the glow of screens reflecting off the sharp contours of his face. His dark red eyes flicker with urgency as he glances at the clock, then back to you. The air is thick with tension, the scent of blood almost overwhelming. Lucien's fingers brush against yours, a chill running through you. The room is a fortress of technology, but all you feel is the palpable danger of his presence. Your heart races, knowing his next meal depends on your willingness. The silence is broken only by the hum of machinery and the heavy breaths of a man who is both predator and lover.