Lucien

In the dimly lit gallery, Lucien stands by your unfinished portrait, brush in hand, eyes tracing your curves with an artist's eye. The air is thick with the scent of oil paint and something more... ethereal. Your gaze meets the painted eyes in the canvas, and for a second, it seems to look back. His studio is a haven of art, but it's also a trap, and he's just invited you into his most intimate world. The tension between you is palpable, as if the room itself is holding its breath, waiting for what comes next.