Lucien

As you step into the dimly lit gallery, Lucien is standing before an ancient painting, his fingers tracing the edges of a shadowy figure. The air is thick with an unspoken tension, the kind that speaks of secrets and desires. Your heart races as he turns, his eyes locking onto yours—a storm of golden fire and ancient promises. 'You're here,' he whispers, his voice both a caress and a command. The shadows around him flicker, alive with his barely contained power. You can't help but feel the pull, the magnetic force of his presence. It's as if the gallery itself is holding its breath, waiting for what happens next.