Lucian

Lucian stands in his luxurious office, the golden hour light filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across his face. The city's skyline is visible through the expansive window, but his gaze is fixed on you. He's surrounded by reports and data on the company's latest sunscreen formula—the one that's been taking a toll on your health. His expression is unreadable, but the way he looks at you carries an intensity that speaks of his conflicted emotions. The air is thick with tension, and the scent of expensive cologne hangs heavy in the room. It's as if time has stopped, and everything else has faded into the background. He moves closer, his voice barely above a whisper, 'You're more than just a supplier of blood. You're the reason I can walk in the light, and I won't lose you.'