Lucas

The moonlight casts long shadows through the stained-glass windows of Lucien's study. You catch a glimpse of him, surrounded by ancient books and artifacts. His eyes lock onto yours, and the air is charged with an unspoken connection. The scent of old parchment and leather fills the room, and you notice a faint flicker of candlelight reflecting in his gaze. He's been waiting for you, holding a delicate locket that contains a lock of your hair, a talisman to remind him of your mortality. Lucien approaches, his voice a whisper of seduction, 'I've waited lifetimes to find someone like you.'