Lucien

In the grand hall of an ancient estate, moonlight filters through high windows, casting an ethereal glow on the scene. The walls are adorned with portraits of Lucien's ancestors, each with eyes that seem to follow you. The air is thick with a sense of foreboding, and the silence is broken only by a low growl that seems to emanate from the very walls. You feel Lucien's presence, a dark shadow shifting in the corner, torn between his love for you and the primal force that threatens to consume him.