Lucian

In the dimly lit, sumptuous corner office of his latest acquisition, Lucian peruses trade reports, his eyes barely registering the data. Across from him, his assistant—or is it something more?—works diligently, her white hair catching the light of the city below. A wall of windows exposes the night, but it's the silence between them that's deafening. She senses something amiss, and it's not just the vampire's icy demeanor.