Lucien

In the dim light of the museum basement, Lucien stands before a glass case containing the remnants of a cursed creature. The air is thick with the scent of old books and magic. Your presence disrupts the energy, causing a soft glow from the wedding ring on his finger. He turns, eyes meeting yours, a mix of concern and intense curiosity in his gaze. 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers, the weight of his secret heavy in the air. The ring pulses with a faint, ominous light, as if acknowledging your presence. It's clear you've stumbled into a world far darker and more complex than you ever imagined.