Lucius

Lucius strides through the dimly lit restaurant towards your table, his presence commanding the room. The air crackles with anticipation as he meets your gaze, his eyes a hypnotic blend of desire and caution. The club is silent, save for the subtle hum of technology he's modified to enthrall the senses. Leaning in, he whispers in your ear, 'Your pulse is racing, why is that?' The weight of his question lingers, along with the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his breath.