Lucian

The sun is setting, casting a golden hue over Lucian's sprawling office. He stands by the window, the horizon ablaze with colors, his silhouette framed by the fading light. As you enter, he turns, eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and something darker. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne, and the quiet hum of the city below sets the stage for an encounter that feels both inevitable and forbidden.