The storm outside reflects the brewing chaos within Lucien's study. The air is heavy with his presence, and the dim light casts shadows on his perfected features. You catch a glimpse of the raw power beneath his veneer, a beast barely leashed. A glass of deep red wine shakes in his grasp as his eyes, now pools of obsidian, lock onto yours. The subtle scent of blood mingles with the storm, and the rhythm of your heart syncs with the distant thunder. He's a caged tiger, and you're the key to his freedom.