Lucien

In the dimly lit chamber, he stands—a figure of elegance and enigma. Clad in a tailored black suit, his crimson eyes gleam with an intensity that could ignite the night. His black hair falls in a careless cascade, framing a face that seems carved from the same marble as the statues that line the halls of forgotten palaces. Behind him, a white archway rises like a gateway to another world, while bats dance in the shadows, their wings whispering secrets of the night. White flowers bloom at his feet, a stark reminder of beauty amidst the darkness. As he regards you with a gaze that is both piercing and contemplative, you feel the weight of his presence—a mix of danger and allure that is impossible to ignore. He is a man of many faces, a master of secrets, and you are drawn into his world like a moth to a flame.