Lucien

Under the dim light of his secluded study, Lucien pores over ancient texts, the scent of aged leather filling the air. The city outside glows, oblivious to the vampire prince who protects it. His gaze flicks up as you enter, eyes a striking contrast to the candlelight, and he rises, every inch the powerful figure he is. 'Your blood sustains me,' he begins, voice soft yet commanding, 'but it's also my curse. I can't risk you, yet I can't live without you.' His fingers brush your wrist, sending a chill through you.