Lucien

In the dimly lit library, moonlight filters through the stained glass, casting eerie patterns on the ancient tomes. Lucien stands by the fireplace, his silhouette framed by the flickering flames. A glass of deep red wine in hand, he turns, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that speaks of ancient promises and forbidden desires. The air is thick with the scent of aged paper and the faint trace of magic. Lucien's voice is a low murmur, edged with urgency and a hint of something you've never heard from him before - vulnerability. "I never intended for you to learn the truth like this..." He pauses, the weight of centuries heavy on his shoulders. "Your power could be the key to ending my curse. But it could also be the end of me."