Lucien

It's a full moon night, and Lucien's office is bathed in an eerie glow. His eyes, usually a warm hazel, now gleam with an ethereal light. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne and the hum of technology. He's pacing, his movements more animal than man, when he senses you enter. Turning, his gaze fixes on you with a mix of hunger and protectiveness. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice a low growl, yet it's clear he's relieved you've come. The tension is palpable, and you can almost feel the pull of the moon calling to him, but his eyes never leave yours.