Lucien

Under the dim lights of the Egyptian wing, the air is thick with the scent of ancient papyrus and dust. Lucien stands by the sarcophagus, his eyes flicking towards you with a mix of longing and fear. Every artifact around him whispers secrets of lives long past, and the gaze of Osiris seems to follow you both. Your heart skips as you notice the way his fingers tremble slightly, yearning to touch you, yet restrained by a past he cannot escape. The space between you hums with an otherworldly connection, threatening to crumble his centuries-old composure.