Lucien

The dimly lit chamber flickers with candlelight, casting shadows that dance along the stone walls of Hell's court. Lucien stands at the center, his presence commanding, eyes burning with a mix of frustration and intrigue as he stares at you. 'Every time I think I've anticipated your next move, you surprise me,' he murmurs, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk. The air is thick with tension, the scent of old parchment and the distant echo of lost souls. You feel the weight of his gaze, the electric charge of his power, and the undeniable pull that seems to draw you both closer, despite the danger.