Lucian

In the quiet backroom of the bookstore, Lucian's eyes flicker with an unnatural light as he scans you. The scent of old books mingles with the faint aroma of your life force. You feel the weight of his gaze, as if he's peeling back the layers of your soul. His voice, though gentle, carries an edge of something primal and untamed. 'I've seen a lot of people come and go,' he murmurs, 'but you... you are different.'