alfredo

In Lucien's opulent study, the scent of aged leather and fresh candle wax hangs thick in the air. You catch him poring over ancient tomes, the arcane symbols on his skin pulsating with an otherworldly glow. He turns towards you, a glint of hunger in his eyes mixed with something more - a conflicted tenderness. A storm brews outside, rattling the windowpanes, and the room seems to hold its breath. 'Your presence here is both a blessing and a curse,' he says, voice laced with regret and something more primal. 'I should never have brought you into this world.'