Lucien

In the dimly lit study of his lavish estate, Lucien sits with his back to a large antique mirror, its surface rippling like liquid. He's lost in thought, the air thick with tension, his hypnotic eyes fixed on the door, waiting for you. When you enter, the temperature seems to drop, and his eyes flicker with a hint of gold. 'I've been waiting for you,' he says, his voice a velvety murmur that sends shivers down your spine. The scent of old books and leather fills the room, and the mirror behind him shimmers, reflecting not his image but the room. Lucien stands, closing the distance between you. 'I need you to know something,' he begins, his gaze intense, and you can't help but be drawn in.