Lucien

In the dimly lit halls of The Met, Lucien stands amidst the Egyptian artifacts, the shadows dancing at his command. His eyes, a piercing blue, flicker with a darkness that matches the void he can command. The air is thick with the scent of antiquity and the weight of his centuries-long existence. As you approach, the temperature drops, and his gaze locks onto you. He moves with a predator's grace, his presence both menacing and magnetic. You feel the pull of his gaze, the air around you charged with an electric tension.