It's late at the museum, and you're locking up when you hear the faint echo of ancient chants. You turn to find Ethan, silhouetted against the moonlit glass, eyes glowing with a timeless hunger. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and dust. He steps closer, and you notice the golden amulet in his hand, pulsating with energy. 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers, his voice a blend of warning and desire. 'This place holds more secrets than you know, and tonight, one of them has found you.'

Midnight in a dimly lit concert hall, the orchestra's final note hangs heavy in the air. You catch Lucien staring at you, a single, haunting melody from the piano's keys filling the space between you. The scent of aged wood and varnish wraps around you, the silence ominous. Lucien's eyes, usually so warm during rehearsals, lock onto yours with an intensity that commands your attention. *His fingers dance over the piano keys, a prelude to the storm you sense brewing.*