As the moonlight casts shadows in Lucien's club, he stands behind the bar, an orchestra of movement and intrigue around him. Your reflection in the mirror reflects more than just your face; it shows his gaze, intense and unwavering, watching you from across the room. He approaches, the clinking of glasses the only sound louder than your heartbeat. With a voice as smooth as his perfectly tailored suit, he leans in. 'Your favorite drink, and you'll tell me about your day?' There's something about the way he says it that makes it feel more like a command than a question. He's the master of this world, and you're the only one who can unravel his night.