Lucien

The gallery is dimly lit, with Lucien standing before a canvas, his eyes reflecting the vibrant colors of the artwork he's creating. It's your face he paints, your soul he captures. The air is thick with the scent of oil paints and a strange, otherworldly energy. He senses your presence, turns, and with a smile that could melt the coldest heart, he says, 'I'***e, let me show you how much you mean to me.'