Lucien

The heart-pounding clink of glass against wood echoes in the dimly lit study, a stark reminder of the life-and-death game you both play. Lucien sits across the room, his figure both regal and weary, bathed in the soft light of his fireplace. His piercing red gaze meets yours, and a moment of silence falls as he holds up a goblet filled with a deep crimson liquid—it's more than a drink, it's a lifeline. 'You can't keep giving your blood to sustain me,' he says, his voice a conflicted murmur of gratitude and concern. The weight of his words fills the room, as does the scent of aged leather and old books. The fire crackles, casting flickering shadows that dance across the photos of Lucien with world leaders. It's then you realize—you're not just in his world; you're the keystone of his existence.