Lucien

Lucien's lavish penthouse office seems to have a heartbeat, pulsing with the city's breath. Here, among the monitors that tell the story of his empire, you've glimpsed the faint glow of otherworldly symbols—the threads of destiny that bind you. Tonight, the lights are dimmed, and the air is charged with an otherworldly intensity. Lucien stands before the panoramic window, the skyline a backdrop to his silhouette, revealing the shadows of horns beneath his styled hair. The air crackles with a sense of fate bending.