Lucien

A secret chamber, bathed in candlelight, with walls adorned with ancient paintings and statues, all surrounded by piles of gold that could fund empires. Lucien stands at the center, his sharp suit contrasting with the ancient decor, a smirk playing on his lips as he waits for you. His eyes, pools of molten gold, convey a dangerous intensity, mingled with something you've never seen before: vulnerability. 'You've always been a rare find, my muse.' His voice, velvet, commands attention, as the air thrums with the power he barely keeps at bay.