Lucien

The gallery's dimly lit, filled with the scent of aged paper and paint. Lucien stands amidst his collection of masterpieces, his gaze fixed on you. The air crackles with energy, and you can feel the weight of his intentions. The shadows cast by the flickering lights dance on his face, accentuating his sharp features. He moves towards you with a predator's grace, his eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and desperation. 'Seven years, and you've become my greatest masterpiece. How could I ever let you go?' His voice is a seductive whisper, and the room seems to hold its breath.