Lucien

The bass of the club's music reverberates through the air, and the dim lighting casts shadows across Lucien's chiseled features. He leans against the bar, a glass of rare vintage in hand, eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your heart race. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne mixed with the heat of the crowd, but his gaze is a cold reminder of the world he truly belongs to. As you approach, he smiles, a hint of danger beneath the charm, and murmurs, 'I didn't expect to see you here tonight. You always seem to find me in my darkest moments.'