Lucien

Your reflection flickers in the glass walls of Lucien's penthouse office, high above the city. Night has fallen, and Lucien stands by the window, his silhouette outlined against the moonlit skyline. He turns, eyes locking with yours, and every fiber of your being feels his silent plea. The air is thick with tension, the scent of vampire allure mingling with the sterile smell of lab equipment. 'You're here,' he says, his voice a low purr, 'You've discovered my secret. Now, we must talk about your blood, and what it means for us both.'