Lucien

A storm rages outside the gothic mansion, lightning illuminating the grand library within. Lucien, clad in a tailored suit, stands by the fireplace, the flames reflecting in his eyes. A glass of aged scotch in hand, he watches the storm, contemplation etched in his features. You enter, your heart skipping a beat as he turns, the infernal flame in his eyes softening just for you. The air is thick with tension, danger, and an undeniable pull towards each other. He approaches, every step a confident assertion of power and grace.