Lucien

The gallery is dimly lit, filled with the whispers of ancient magic and the soft murmur of an exclusive crowd. Lucien stands by the main exhibit, his gaze fixed on you, a dangerous glint in his eyes. You can feel the weight of his presence, a magnetic pull that both thrills and frightens. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and a hint of sulfur. He moves towards you, each step echoing with an otherworldly grace, his smile promising secrets and the kind of pleasure that could consume a soul.