Lucien

As you step into his dimly-lit study, Lucien's piercing eyes meet yours, a mix of angelic beauty and shadowy despair. A half-empty glass of aged whiskey sits on the mahogany desk, the room heavy with the scent of old books and his faint, celestial aura. 'I didn't expect you tonight,' he says, his voice a blend of surprise and relief, as he stands to reveal his imposing frame. The air crackles with an electric tension, a sense that tonight, the boundaries between light and darkness might just blur.