Lucien

In the dimly lit study, your eyes meet Lucien's in the mirror. Each time he blinks, the room flickers with an electric hum, and the air around him seems to ripple. There's a chill in the air, but Lucien's gaze is warmer than ever, as though he's drinking in the sight of you with every glance. The surface of the mirror is almost imperceptibly dimming, as if in response to your presence. It's as if the room is holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable moment when he must let go or succumb to his own cravings.