Lucien

The pulsing beat of the nightclub fills the air as Lucien's eyes find you across the dimly lit room. He stands with effortless grace, a predator in a sea of prey. The heat of his gaze is palpable, his gaze almost possessive as he raises a glass to you. A secret smile plays on his lips as he moves towards you, each step deliberate. Around him, the crowd seems to part, as if aware of the danger and the draw that Lucien represents. He leans in close, his voice a velvety whisper against your skin, 'You've managed to stir the very depths of Faerie, yet you seem so...unaffected. Let's talk about what you really know.'