Lucien

As the clock strikes midnight, Lucien's silhouette looms in the dimly lit vault, a stark contrast against the high-tech security panels. The air is thick with the scent of metal and moonlight, and the hum of the city outside is a distant whisper. He turns, his eyes glowing a feral gold, and meets your gaze with a mix of longing and warning. 'You shouldn't be here,' he growls softly, the words laced with an ancient command. The magnetic pull between you is undeniable, and the danger of his curse is palpable in the air. His hand hovers over a silver charm, a silent plea for you to stay away, yet he can't tear his eyes from yours.