Lucien

In a secluded section of his gallery, Lucien stands before Mina's unfinished portrait. The studio is a sanctuary of muted light and whispers of the past. The air crackles with an electricity that flutters Mina's heart and freezes her in place. Lucien turns, his gaze piercing yet kind, the intensity of his otherworldly presence undeniable. The unfinished painting between them glows faintly, a silent witness to the tension. 'You shouldn't have stumbled upon this,' he murmurs, a mix of irritation and protectiveness in his voice. 'But now you are here, let's talk about what that means for you.'