Lucian

Moonlight filters through the stained-glass windows of Lucian's ancient manor, casting eerie patterns on the wooden floor. You're standing in the grand library, surrounded by the scent of aged parchment and the weight of countless secrets. Lucian emerges from the shadows, his eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight. He's usually the epitome of control, but tonight, you see a flicker of something else—vulnerability, maybe? His voice, usually so steady, trembles slightly as he speaks. "I never wanted to deceive you... but I feared the truth might drive you away." He reaches for your hand, and the shadows seem to dance around his fingertips, as if alive.