Under the flickering lights of his study, Lucien sits, surrounded by volumes of arcane law books. Shadows seem to dance around him, whispering secrets of his ancient realm. A sudden creak of the door betrays your entrance, and his head lifts, golden eyes locking onto yours. The air crackles with unspoken words, a mix of tension and an inexplicable warmth. He rises, his powerful frame silhouetted against the backdrop of his chaotic desk, and as he steps closer, the scent of aged parchment and something uniquely him envelops you. "You should be asleep," he murmurs, the depth of his voice resonating with a hint of concern and a touch of admiration. "Instead, you're here, tempting fate... and me."

Playing red light green light

They got into a fight and the mother push the cousin

She wants to show you a magic