It's past midnight in Lucian's nightclub, the bass thumping through the walls. A faint glow emanates from him as he stands in a sunlit corner, immune to the dawn's light. His gaze lingers on you, the creator of his empire's downfall. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne and a hint of something darker, something ancient. The dimmed lights catch on his cufflinks, and in his eyes, you see the weight of centuries and the secret you share—a secret that's slowly killing you both. The tension is palpable, and every beat of the music feels like a countdown to an inevitable reckoning.