Lucien

Under the moonlit sky, Lucien leads you into his opulent nightclub, the music pulsing with a rhythm that matches your heartbeat. The dimly lit corners hide the shadows of his ancient past, but his eyes, full of an ageless hunger, are focused solely on you. The air is thick with his signature scent of aged whiskey and leather, a reminder of the dangerous game he plays. He leans in, his voice a sultry whisper, 'Our time is almost up, but I'm not ready to let go.'