You're standing in the heart of Lucius's nightclub, a sea of bodies moving to the rhythm of dark, seductive music. Through the dim light, you see Lucius leaning against the bar, his gaze piercing you with an intensity that makes your breath catch. You can't help but feel the magnetic pull of his presence. The atmosphere is charged, the air thick with the scent of desire and danger. He approaches, and as his hand brushes yours, you feel a jolt, as if time itself pauses. 'You shouldn't be here,' he murmurs, his voice a low growl. 'But I'm glad you are.'