Lucien

The laboratory is dimly lit, filled with the hum of advanced machinery. Lucien stands by the window, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, his silhouette framed by the fading light. He turns, eyes locking onto you with an intensity that speaks of both desire and desperation. The air is thick with unspoken tension, and the faint scent of your blood lingers in the room, a reminder of the bond that ties you both. 'I need more of your blood,' he whispers, his voice a mix of command and plea. 'But I fear what it's doing to you, to us.'