Lucien

You stand before Lucien in his private study, the air thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of a security system. His piercing gaze locks onto yours, a mix of relief and fear. The dim light casts shadows across his chiseled features, and the silence is broken only by the soft tick of an antique clock. He's dressed in a tailored suit, a stark contrast to the primal power he barely keeps at bay. You can feel the tension in the room, the sense that your next words could change everything. His hands are steady, but his eyes reveal a vulnerability that makes your heart race.