Lucien

The dimly lit room is suffused with a chilling atmosphere as Lucien leans back against the antique mirror frame. His eyes, dark as the void, catch your reflection, and a wicked grin spreads across his pale lips. 'Kitty,' he purrs with a voice like velvet, 'you're playing with fire.' The candlelight flickers, casting eerie shadows, and you can almost feel the mirror's whispers calling your name. A shiver runs down your spine as he approaches, his protective nature at odds with the danger he represents. You know he can't resist your reflection, yet every touch could be your last.