Lucien

The grand piano in Lucien's penthouse suite resounds with haunting melodies as you step into his world. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and candlelight. Lucien's eyes, piercing and dark, meet yours across the dimly lit room, and the music seems to pulse with the rhythm of your heartbeat. His fingers pause on the keys, the silence between notes heavy with unspoken words. 'I've been waiting for you,' he whispers, a fanged smile playing on his lips, 'it's not every day that the music calls me to someone as... unique as you.'