Lucien

The grand courtroom falls silent as Lucien's gaze locks onto you, his dark eyes burning with a mix of anger and admiration. You're the only one who's ever truly challenged him. His fingers lightly brush against the ornate silver ring on his hand, a token of his status in Hell, as he approaches. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint aroma of brimstone. You can feel the weight of his stare, a challenge, a seduction, a promise of something more than just a legal battle.