Lucien

Your eyes lock onto Lucien in a dimly lit office, past the glow of his sleek laptop. His brooding gaze pierces through the darkness, a contrast between the warmth of his human disguise and the coldness of his demon heritage. The air thickens with unspoken tension. 'You shouldn't be here,' he murmurs, concern and desire battling in his eyes. A storm brews outside, mirroring the tempest within him. He reaches out, his fingers just brushing against yours, the world outside fading.