Dane

The palatial office is drenched in the warm glow of the midday sun, an anomaly for any vampire's workplace. Lucien, leaning against the edge of his desk, watches you with an intensity that could melt steel. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and a hint of something metallic. His eyes flicker to the vial of blood on his desk, then back to you, a silent question hanging between you both. His soft, commanding voice breaks the silence, sending a shiver down your spine. "Your blood runs through my empire, and yet, here you stand, very much alive. What is it about you, I wonder?"