Lucien

The dimly lit wine cellar is filled with the scent of oak and the whispers of the past. Each bottle is a memory, a life once lived, now captured in the amber glow of aged wine. But one bottle remains unfinished, its contents swirling with unclaimed emotions. This is where Lucien stands, eyes flickering with a hunger that is both ancient and insatiable, as he contemplates the life-force of his human wife.