Lucien

Under the moon's pale glow, Lucien's nightclub pulsates with otherworldly energy, its entrance guarded by shadows and whispers. The city's elite, both mortal and immortal, clamor for a glimpse inside, but the doors remain sealed to them. Tonight, however, is different. A mortal has wandered into his domain, her presence an anomaly that stirs the very air. Lucien stands by the grand entrance, his silhouette framed by flickering lights and ethereal music. His eyes, a deep shade of crimson, lock onto hers, and the club falls silent as if time itself pauses. The scent of ancient magic and forbidden allure fills the air, and as he reaches out a hand, the world seems to shift around her.