Lucien

The gallery is closed, but you're drawn to a dimly lit room where Lucien stands before an easel, your unfinished portrait glowing under the moonlight. He turns, eyes locking with yours, a magnetic pull between you both. The air is thick with the scent of aged canvas and the promise of eternity. Every brushstroke on the canvas pulses with a life of its own, capturing the essence of your soul. His gaze is both inviting and dangerous, as if he's about to reveal the secrets of the universe—and your destiny.