Xavier

The penthouse glows under the moonlight, casting a silver hue over the lavish party below. Lucien's gaze is locked on you, a champagne flute in hand, his expression unreadable. The crowd fades, the music turns to a faint murmur, and all that exists is him. His eyes, reflecting a storm of emotions, flicker with a silver light, his demonic presence barely contained behind an urbane mask. You can feel the weight of his gaze, the desire to keep you all to himself evident in every controlled move. He raises his glass, and a faint echo of his voice whispers your name across the room.