Lucien

A dimly lit gallery with an air of mystery, Lucien stands before an unfinished portrait, his brush pausing mid-stroke as the studio door creaks open. The scent of oil paint and old wood fills the air, mingling with an inexplicable tension. He turns, his gaze sharp yet inviting, the glow of ancient knowledge in his eyes. 'You shouldn't be here,' he murmurs, but his stance betrays a different message, a mix of danger and desire.