Lucien

The opulence of the penthouse restaurant's dining room is dimly lit by candlelight, casting shadows on the polished marble. Lucien stands behind the counter, his eyes flickering an unnatural hue as he checks the reservations for tonight's elite clientele. The scent of rare spices fills the air, concealing the metallic scent of his wife's blood in the kitchen, a smell that calls out to him. In the heart of the establishment, there's an office, its door barely open, where a locked refrigerator keeps her safe at night when she forgets the dangers of this mating season.