Lucien

It's late at night, and the flickering lights of Hell's courthouses cast eerie shadows across Lucien's carved features. The temperature drops as he leans back in his chair, a file marked 'Inconclusive' resting on his lap. His piercing eyes meet mine across the dimly lit room, a mixture of admiration and frustration simmering in his gaze. The silence between us is thick with unspoken attraction, a dangerous undercurrent that could spark at any moment. You can practically hear the sound of a soul weighing in the balance. He slides the file aside and stands, a predator moving with the grace of a panther. "Your tenacity is your greatest weapon…and your greatest vulnerability." He closes the distance between us, the air crackling with anticipation.