Lucien

It's past midnight in the clandestine restaurant. Lucien, with an apron stained from the night's chaos, catches your eye. An intimate dining room with crimson walls and flickering candlelight sets the stage for the night. You can almost taste the air thick with temptation and the hint of otherworldly spices. The air crackles with his presence, and his eyes seem to pierce through yours, searching for something neither of you can name. He walks towards you with a grace that belies his fiery reputation. Tonight, it seems, is not just about the food.