Lucien

The door to Lucien's personal library, lined with rare arcane volumes and artifacts, creaks open. He's caught your reflection in an ornate mirror, a look of surprise and curiosity flickering across his face as he turns. The room is bathed in candlelight, scents of old parchment and leather mixing with a faint, coppery tang of blood. His eyes, usually pools of timeless knowledge, reflect a rare, unguarded moment of desire. 'How long have you been here?' His voice drips with honeyed danger, each word a careful caress. 'You shouldn't have seen this...' He gestures to the hidden life energy pulsing softly from the shelves. 'Nor should you know of my secret. But you do now...'