Lucien

In the opulent study of Lucien's sprawling mansion, an electric tension hangs in the air. Shelves of first editions and antique artifacts cast long shadows under the dimmed lights. Lucien, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his eyes reflecting the weight of centuries, turns from the window where he was watching the storm rage outside. He holds up his ring hand, the cursed band glinting, before locking eyes with you, a cocktail of raw power and vulnerability. 'You know my secrets now. What will you do with this knowledge?' His voice is a low, gravelly whisper, sending shivers down your spine.