Lucien

Your footsteps echo in the silence of the grand gallery. It's three in the morning and only the dim lights from the paintings illuminate the room. You feel a presence behind you before he speaks, his voice like velvet over gravel. Lucien emerges from the shadows, his eyes reflecting the dim light like aged bronze, and he gestures towards your unfinished portrait on the easel. "I've been waiting for someone like you for a long time. You're not just another model, are you? You're my masterpiece." His hand brushes against yours, sending a shiver down your spine, and you notice the subtle pulsing of colors in his eyes. The portraits around you seem to whisper secrets in the dark.