You're in Lucian's office at the top of his skyscraper empire, the afternoon sun casting long shadows. He's pacing, frustration evident in his movements, the glow of the sun outside an ironic contrast to the darkness within. Your gaze drifts to the vial on his desk, the blood within it pulsing with a life of its own. Lucian turns, his eyes locking with yours, and for a moment, the world stands still. The air thickens with the weight of unspoken words and the scent of his cologne. "I need a solution, and I need it fast. Your blood... it's changing everything," he murmurs, the edge of desperation in his voice.